Repeat That, Please

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“Yes”, beautiful man.

I am assessing the size of your eyes,
and the magnificence of each,
the crevices of your earlobes,
the shape of your nose,
the way it gorgeously sits on your face,
the curves of your lips,
your beautifully-sculpted cheeks,
the way your tongue dances 
in your mouth as you speak.

“Yes, I’m listening to you.”

Every part of you,
every detail of you,
but I cannot hear a thing. 

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Black Girls in Sunlight

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Painted by Nicholle Kobi

In sunlight,
black girls look like precious metals.

Some black girls glow like rich copper,
and some, like brass,
and some, like bronze,
and some, like gold.

I find it all intriguing:
the various styles of their hair,
the haughtiness in their stares,
the colours on their lips,
the excitement in their speech,
the fierceness of their strides,
the way they sit like royal highnesses,
like queens.

The love is requited:
the sun loves the black girl
and the black girl loves the sun.

In sunlight,
black girls are a wonder.

Praise for the Sunflower

Sunflower

Oh, how beautiful you are!
Look at you;
see how grand you’ve become!
From your darkness came this light;
from your dark seeds of pain,
piercing, heart-wrenching pain,
came these beautiful, bright petals,
such awe-striking sight!
I want to lose myself in you;

you are the clearest, sweetest dream.
I want to find myself in you,
your royal highness,
Queen of Wands.

I adore you!

Princess of Hearts

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Some have good hearts, but don’t they become heartless?

That happy little princess who
constantly put smiles on our weary faces, for months,
had the sweetest and the most beautiful heart I’ve seen,
even though she had a bad one.

A heart so beautiful Heaven wanted her back.

For my first cousin once removed [Rest in Perfection]

Beautiful

Beautiful

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
literally.
If you can sincerely find
someone or something else beautiful,
especially one that is often considered otherwise,
without an iota of doubt,
you are beautiful too.

Beautifool II

Isn’t it a crying shame, darling,
that you worry so much about being beautiful,
so much so that you don’t know how good it is to be.
You don’t enjoy the beauty of being,
and you don’t know what beauty is,
or perhaps you do,
you see the beauty in other people clearly,
but go blind when you see yourself.

Do you just see beauty,
or do you feel it?
Do you hear it?
Do you know it?

Beautifool

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Painted by Konstantin Razumov

Do they have beautiful faces
but ugly minds?
Well, you can call them beautifools.

They only make friends with Mirrors-
friends who don’t care about the soul,
friends who don’t care about the real self,
vain friends who are as blind as bats.

Why do I call them Mirrors?
Mirrors only tell you how beautiful you look;
they don’t tell you how beauty-full you are.

Beautifools place mirrors in their bags,
and walk with mirrors by their sides.
They only see what they want to see
and hear only what they want to hear.

True beauty lies in the heart;
don’t be a beautifool,
and don’t make friends with one.

Even if you are not full of beauty,
since no one is,
be yourself,
but be the best you that you can be.

True beauty comes from the heart;
through the mouth and the hands.
Let your beauty be perceived;
let your beauty be seen.

Find Be-auty

Life is beautiful,
but it’s not beauty full.
Find beauty in whatever you can;
create beauty however you can.
There are lots of good things
to do and see;
there’s enough love and joy
for you and me.

Heal: You Are Beautiful

Were there terrible men and women in your lives,
relatives or non-relatives, at any point,
who found it pleasing to compare your beauty to someone else’s, 
in order to get to you and make you think less of yourself
or get you to agree to whatever perversion they wanted to try with you.

“You are fine but not as fine as your mother; why are you feeling yourself?
Remove your skirt, let me see your legs” and such.

I bring you healing. You are beautiful, and I’m not just trying to patronize you. Don’t ever let anyone determine what you think of yourself. 

Love Yourself

Feeling unloved is one thing,
feeling unlovable is another.
The latter is the very first
step to self-destruction.

When you begin to feel unlovable,
you stop loving yourself.

You can survive if other
people don’t love you,
but you can’t, if you don’t love yourself.