The colour of my skinĀ 

The colour of my skin isn’t black

And yet the the title given to my race is “Black”

Therefore whatever negativity that the colour black representsis automatically what I am

I am evil

I am darkness 

I am death
I didn’t choose to be called black

But I have to wear that title like a crown and be proud of it because 

I am bold

I am strong 

I am powerful 
The colour of my skin isn’t black 

But I was called black so I could be put in chains

I created wealth for others before I knew I how to create wealth for myself 

I was taught to call myself ugly before I knew what ugly ment

I was told to be ashamed of being black…
But I didn’t choose to be called black 

I was given this title 

I took the title black  and made it a movement 

I took the title black and made it who I am 

I took the title black and made it the greatest title ever to be received by humankind 
The colour of my skin is brown 

I am different shades of brown 

The same brown as the earth

I am the most precious product of the earth

In this brown skin you find precious stones that represent my strength 

In this brown skinned body rivers flow to the rhythm of my hips

In this brown skinned being wealth is created
The colour of my skin is brown 

And yet the title given to my race is “Black” 

Black is beautiful 

Black is authoritative 

Black is sophisticated 

They thought by calling black would break me but they have made me more powerful than ever

The colour of my skin is brown and I am proud to be called black

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Moghel you are more than just breasts and ass 

When God made you,

He took His time…

He let man fall asleep 

Took a bone that protected man’s life 

And moulded you into a perfect master piece with it.
Beyps you are not piece of item that has to be shown off by someone who doesn’t know your real worth…

You are beyond precious 

Not even the wealth of the entire world comes close to your how much you are worth…

Woman you were created by the creator Himself to carry and give birth to every single creation He thought of.
Sweetheart you are so much stronger than you think you are.

You have been beaten, raped and labelled  horrible names and yet you rise up even stronger than ever

You wear your scars as if they were them most precious stones on earth.

You bear it all so they don’t have to

No matter how painful or bad things are you still carry yourself so elegantly like you’ve got the world’s riches in your hands
Baby girl you don’t need to be part of the crowd to be seen 

You are more than the latest fashion and trends

Your so called squad doesn’t define who you are

How you can get a man to buy you doesn’t make you beautiful 

That hair and make up  doesn’t cover up what’s pretty or ugly inside

You are stronger and content when you know who you are and have accepted your flaws and are willing to change only for you.

 

You are a woman 

A masterpiece created by the Creator Himself 

Unapologetic for who she is and why she’s here

Unashamed to bare it all for everyone to see 

Loyal to the royal within

A queen in her own right.

I need….

I need that thing…

That thing where two soul become one when they simultaneously reach for the heavens.
That hot breath against my neck
His fingers  trace the silhouette of my anatomy.
That thing where I’m on you and you are in me…
I feel you, you fill me.
The room serenaded by heavy breathing and soft moans.
Trails of  soft kisses from my neck down to my honeypot.
The playful teasing that has turned to pleasing…
Oh! How you stir my honeypot.
So sweet…
The urge to lick the spoon  is just too, ooh….
I can’t help but want to lick every single finger that been in my pot.
I want your lips locked on mine
My legs around your waist
My back against the wall
Your hands on my ass
I’m on you, you in me.
I feel you, you fill me…
That type of love making that makes you ask,
“Where have you been all my life? ”
That back arching,
Toe curling,
Bend over for daddy,
Type of thing…
Where every time you see him you just wanna touch yourself.
I need that thing.
That thing where he doesn’t wait for me to get undressed, he finds me ready and waiting.
That forbidden, lust full hot and heavy loving where he rocks it not that the water falls  but it pours heavily…
That thing where he doesn’t  ask for more you just give it him.
That can’t stop,
And won’t stop until he taps out.
That’s what I need….

Her story…

Beautiful. 

smart.

Innocent.

Stars in her eyes.

So full of life.

Everyday is like an adventure to her.

She goes to bed every night counting down the hours till the sun rises again so she can begin the new journey that awaits her…

Determined 

Capable 

Nurturing

Hungry for knowledge 

Motivated by a mere everyday thing called growing up

She is mesmerised by the different flavours life has to offer, so eager to taste every last bit…

Sassy

Opinionated 

Rebel

She walks to the beat of her own rhythm 

She exudes her new found values to the world

Ready to even defy the rules of science, her only goal is to change the world….

Insecure 

Lonely 

Constrained 

Reality just hit

She opened her eyes to the big bad world

The stars in her eyes are dim, her entire world shattered each piece leaving it’s own unique mark as a reminder.

Small

Vulnerable 

Afraid 

She dies more and more inside

Used as a trophy to the “Man”

She forgets her worth

She it taught to live by an untrue fact that a man is the only thing she’ll need….

Wise

Unapologetic 

Bold

Masterpiece 

she remembers how it began

She gracefully carries herself with elegance 

Walking away from all the pain, negativity and everything that jeopardise her peace

She needs no approval, ready to conquer and take back all she lost.

She is whole.

She is  strong.

She is perfectly imperfect.

I wear lingerie…

I wear lingerie.

I wear it for me.

I wear it because….

I love how it embraces the right places on my body,

Accentuates the shape of my breasts ,

Traces the frame of my body from my under arms down to my thighs.

I wear it with heels.

I wear it with body jewellery.

I wear lingerie…

I wear it because it’s sexy….

It makes me feel sexy.

I wear lingerie because…

It turns me on.

I wear lingerie for me….

Lingerie isn’t for the lover,

Lingerie isn’t for foreplay.

lingerie isn’t just a piece of clothing,

Lingerie isn’t underwear either….

Lingerie is different 

Lingerie creates a feeling of power 

Lingerie brings confidence 

Lingerie is alluring 

And I wear it…

I wear lingerie because of the way the material just sits so comfortably on my skin.

The way it perfectly fits.

How the trimming just lightly kisses my ass

Lingerie is a tease

Lingerie is for me 

I wear lingerie…..