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Missing you pt2
p.s. Painkiler's words are in purple
He felt a tear roll down his cheek. He whispered to himself: "I miss you, Jen. I miss you so much"
Closing his eyes, he was suddenly back on the Pierce’s roof with Jen, after Painkiller had broken free of the firewall for a couple of nasty minutes to wrap his hands around Jen’s neck. He could feel everything in that moment, the wind brushing lightly against his face, the shingles of the roof under his sneakers, the terrified look Jen shot him before schooling her features into a coolness Khalil had never seen on her face. Both looks hit him like a ton of bricks. She was scared of him. Painkiller had shown her his true colors and had, once again, pushed someone he loved away from him. And what she had said had chilled him to the core, a sudden lump rising in his throat, and tears smarting in his eyes as she let him go.
“I can't love a weapon that's pointed at my family, even if it does have a soul.” Her shoulders hunched pitifully as she wrapped her arms around her legs, all at once seeming far younger than her years. “See you around, Khalil.”
He took one last look at her, her curly hair brushing past her chin, her eyes chilly and flinty in the dusk as she turned away from him, blinking away tears of her own. “No. You won't,” he said, and with that, he had exited Jen’s life.
You have an unnatural alliance to losers
Pk this is not the time and nobody cares for your opinion
Relax. I am just saying that she and that family of hers are pains in my ass. Remember that if you go back I will finish my mission and we both can be free from pain .
There is no way we are going back. Now leave me be.
I don't know why you are having a pity party. Your not in constant pain and torment from your brain for not finishing a mission. I will not stand it. Let's go to Freeland and let me finish what I started.
Vengeance is not the answer
Your unnatural alliance to losers makes you a loser and weak. What part of...
PK WHAT PART OF IT IS NOT THE TIME DO YOU
Oh! I see how it is LOVERBOY: you LOVED the enemy, you side with enemy , all that is left for you to do is die for enemy. Then it will be Romero and Juliet type of love story. That will finally me put out of my misery.
I don't why I even pay attention to you .
After his talk with Pk he decided that he needed something to distract himself from the constant fighting with Pk and the love of his life moving on with someone else. So he went to watch the local team football match.
Welcome!💕
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Yukio , Haitian/Black , She/Her , BTS/Anime content .
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Hi!! My name is Lia. I'm 20 and this blog is dedicated to all things aesthetic-y, headcanon things, AUs, headcanons, and all the multiple fandoms that live in my head rent free. I'm also a fic writer on A03! I just started a couple on there. Check em out!
A few of those fandoms are:
- Transformers Animated
- The MCU (primarily anything with Wanda and Vision)
- Anything Spider-Man related
- 2012 TMNT
- Psychonauts
- Trollhunters/Tales of Arcadia series
-✨️And more✨️
The aesthetics I love are:
- Mermaidcore
- Dark Academia/Light Academia
- The 60s/70s disco scene (channeling my inner Milla Vodello)
- Cottagecore
- Old Hollywood fashion (Like Marilyn Monroe and Audrey Hepburn's time)
RULES FOR INTERACTING:
1. Be kind
2. Be cool. I'm a human in nursing school right now. Don't spam or harass me to give you your writing requests. (I'll be setting up Canon x Reader reqs soon! Also an ask box about AUs as well once I figure how to get it up and running)
3. No pro-shippers/inc*st, non-con etc. (Like, eww. Do NOT come near me with that.)
4. No racism, sexism, homophobia. Just any kind of hate PERIOD. This is a safe space for black writers, feminine folk and other minorities that like moodboards, self ships or fic writing.
5. Canon x Reader and Canon x Canon writing requests can be a little ✨️spicy✨️ but not explicitly smut right now. I'm still kind of unsure about my skills to write something that intimate.
6. If my headcanons, AUs or writing, inspire you to make your own stuff, TAG👏🏽 ME👏🏽 FOR👏🏽 CREDIT👏🏽
Thanks y'all 💜
If you're a black reader and/writer (even artist or cosplayers), please like or reblog this post.
Absolutely well said!! POC readers and writers, including myself, have had to either imagine the reader or Y/N through a Eurocentric lens. As wonderful as some fics are and how talented the writer is, seeing ourselves represented in some way makes us acknowledged in a space that may otherwise leave us behind.
Write us with our fros and our braids. Write us speaking our first languages. Write us with cellulite and stretch marks.
Write. Us.
While we’re on the subject on inclusivity:
Inclusivity in your mood boards is just as important as inclusivity in the fic itself. Please try to include poc and curvy images in your mood boards as well! Please!
Your moodboard is the introduction to your story and sets the mood and the vibe. When you only have skinny white girls in your moodboards, you’re communicating a message that’s all who you thought of while writing and that’s the only type who is attractive and desirable to the characters. Poc deserve to feel seen too and feel like they were thought of while writing. Especially so when you’re writing for characters of color!
You don’t even have to use *only* poc or curvy pictures for your mood boards. Including different skin tones to show that you made the effort is much appreciated. You could also use shadow images or fully blacked out silhouettes to hide the skin tone altogether. There are plenty of resources and images out there that you should be able to find more than just skinny white girls. I know is it takes a little extra digging but it’s very much worth it to show inclusivity!
I know Pinterest is the bane of image finding, but it can be a good resource to find poc images. Just search (whatever aesthetic you’re looking for) + dark skin or person of color or something similar and you’ll find plenty of images. And the more you save the more images will show up in your feed. I constantly collect images to have references later when I need them.
Unsplash is another good resource to find poc models and images. And there’s also models of color pages right here on tumblr! There are resources out there it just takes a little effort to find the right images!
And as an ending note: using only skinny white girls in your mood board and then putting a disclaimer like “images do not represent reader they’re just fitting the aesthetic” isn’t the work around you think it is. I understand it’s not done in purpose and you most likely don’t realize it, but saying that says poc don’t fit your aesthetic and it’s still alienating and hurtful. Just something to keep in mind.
**Updated Intro**
Hi!! My name is Lia. I'm 20, and this blog is dedicated to all things aesthetic-y, headcanons, AUs, self-shipping, and all the multiple fandoms that live in my head rent-free. I'm also a fic writer on A03! I think the link is in my previously pinned intro for when I first started this little blog of mine. So feel free to take a look after a couple of scrolls.
I'm totally new to self-shipping and oc x canon in general. So give me some grace while I'm navigating this community here.
When I'm not here sporadically posting or gushing over a certain four-armed physicist, I'm roller skating, crocheting, or trying to finish my clinical lab science degree.
Also, feel free to reblog, like, and just interact with this post in general to spread the love. In the meantime, enjoy a spinning sandwich in these trying times 💜
.bullying
Today, I saw a “bring bullying back” post.
This white cishet guy was talking about the “cringe weird kids”.
The kids who didn't do nothing but acting like themselves.
And I was going to ask “when did being a cunt became cool?”.
But then I realized. When, in the history of humanity, was being nice the normal?
Friendship!
𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Michael Jackson and Lisa Marie (as children and as friends).
*Modern!AU (2015).
𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: On a sunny afternoon, Lisa goes out to play and encountered her new neighbour.
☆꧁༒𝗘𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆༒꧂☆
Lisa opened the gate, took a step out of her house and closed it, locking it as her mother had taught her. Then, she turned around and observed the street – the ground as warm as a ironed clothes and the light brown colour reflected the sunlight in a lower degree compared to white, so it wouldn't burn the eyes.
She looks from right to left and spot a boy playing with a cupcake baking toy set and a Pinkie Pie plushie. He had a dark skin and his coily hair was perfectly rounded in an afro.
Of course, Lisa's first reaction would be to try to play with him.
She approaches the boy with quick steps. — Psst! — She catches his attention. The brown shiny eyes directed towards the girl. — Look at this. — She stomp on the ground, making her EverAfter High shoes shine. You know, those cool shoes with lights that created a mini show that your momma never bought to you. — My name is Lisa Marie, you are?
— Michael. — He responds with a simple smile.
— Michael was the name of a singer from my grandmother's time, did you know that? But he died because he was very gossipy. — She explained what her grandmother told her beforehand.
— Hm... — Michael understand. — Do you know how to count up to 525?
She shook her head. — No, I only know up to 300. — She sits by his side. — Your favourite of the mane six is Pinkie Pie, right?
— Yup! — He agreed. — She's fun, she has the Pinkie Sense, she knows how to cook and loves playing pranks.
— Uhm, talking 'bout pranks, what about we play one right now? — Lisa offers the idea.
— Sure, which one?
The two children looked over a house that was a bit distant. They looked at each other with growing grins.
A few seconds later, the two were already in front of the yellow house with blue details, about to ring the doorbell.
— Okay, on the count of three, we ring the bell and run. — Lisa said and Michael agreed. — One, two three...
Although the agreement was to ring the doorbell, the subconscious of these two translated it as knocking out the poor doorbell, and, as I said, they slapped the doorbell and ran for their lives.
Because the fun of this prank is not to leave the resident confused, but to run like a dying stampede.
And oh what a clumsy run. For every three steps taken there were two near falls. If Lisa Marie Presley from a few years in the future went back in time and saw this scene, she would make fun of her younger self. And Michael Jackson from the future, well... He'd join in, let's not lie here.
The two children hid behind a bush laughing their asses off, while the old man that lived in the house called them obscene names and made not-so-pretty hand signs.
— You almost gave us away! — Lisa laughed out.
— Me? You was the one screaming like that's your last day on earth!
— But you were louder, you megalophone mouth! — Well, Michael has a new nickname for life now.
They'd still be playing around if Michael's mother didn't call him to get home and eat. Now, Lisa was helping him to collect his cupcake set.
— Shall we meet again, yesterday morning? — She said, wrongly referring to tomorrow.
He nodded. — You can go to my house, if you want.
— I can bring my Crystal Rarity. Her horn shines and does actual magic-
— Michael!! — Katherine called again.
— I have to go. Bye, Lisa! — He waved goodbye and ran to his house.
— Bye, bye, Michael. — She waved back.
And this is how a wonderful friendship get started.
☆꧁༒𝗛𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱.༒꧂☆
.i love my hair
I love my hair.
I love it's tight curvature and format.
I love the volume it has.
I love how he looks when it's without definition.
And I sure do love my frizz. It's natural, God knows my work on keeping it hydrated.
And I don't need your opinion on what my hair should look like (I know your only advice is to clog my head with cream until it looks 10% like straight hair; I'm tuned 'bout your tricks)
Fuck, I love my hair.
And no white supremacy can change that.
Fire on racists. <3
Saving Stars!
Now available on AO3 and SquidgeWorld!
Four friends: Evelyn, Sparkles, Muriell and Shiny.
One dead idol they want to save: Michael Jackson.
How will they do it? Read and find out!
READ THE TAGS: THEY ARE A CONTENT WARNING!!
about me :
my name is rio I am a 21 y/o black women, my pronouns are she/her and my mbti is ENFJ-A!
I created this blog purely for fun and to let my ideas run rampant while enjoy others writings.
my favorite animes are, hunterxhunter, attack on titan, jujutsu kaisen, naruto, haikyuu, one punch man, chainsaw man, and more
I also love Kpop, fav groups are BTS, Ateez, P1harmony, & SF9. My bias switches weekly so I really can’t pick between them 😭
feel free to message me <3
This was wayyy too cute 🥺
four letter word • reiner braun
romance didn’t come easy and learning was even harder but he’d do everything he could to make sure you felt loved.
no hardcore warnings, mainly fluff and a little angst (.1 second sex mention). Self indulgent because my lil aro ass is feeling dysphoric and moody tonight 🥺
“Whaddaya think, sugar? You like it?”
“It’s beautiful…”
you were speechless, at a loss for words for a better lack of terms. Tonight was like any other that you had shared with your partner of six months and some change, Reiner. Seated on the tailgate of his pickup, gazing at the stars above as he cradled you close with his arm and jacket draped across your shoulders. Out in the miles of fields and grassland that he and his hands tended to on the daily. For this particular occasion, your anniversary, he had littered the greenery with your favorite flowers and surrounded them with lights that spelled out three words ‘I love you.’ A very sentimental and shocking gesture to say the least. Not one person in your lifetime had ever even thought to do such a thing. On top of the amazing dinner at one of your favorite places and the countless other gifts. You were thankful…beyond blessed to have someone like him in your life.
“Well I wanted to do somethin’ special for ya’..”
“Special is understatement, pumpkin. I think you’ve outdone yourself..thank you..”
however, as the words left your mouth, Reiner couldn’t help but to note the faintest glimmer of gloom in your eyes. Underneath the pale moonlight, he’d gently reach for your chin and tip your face up towards his. You looked beautiful; a vision of pure perfection to him but even so, underneath your makeup and beaming smile, he could tell that something was amiss. So he decided to test his looking theory and utter the phrase he had been waiting to say all night:
“Of course, poundcake. I’d do anything to see ya’ smile. I love you, (y/n).”
it was then, whilst holding your face, he’d feel you tense up within in his grasp and the visible reaction spread across your face. You always did it..hesitated when he confessed his admiration for you. It wasn’t for a lack of feeling the same. You cared deeply for him..more so than any man who’d ever come into your life. But no matter how many times he told you, how many touches he bared and the kisses he gave you, you still found it difficult to mimic the words back. This was something he knew when he met you. That dating, relationships…it was all a challenge for you. He hadn’t had many partners in his own life either so he understood but it didn’t make it easier to quell his overly affectionate urges. Even so, he wanted to make you happy and he’d be as patient as possible to ensure you were comfortable. But you still felt bad! You felt as if you’d failed him as a partner. You were trying your hardest to but it felt like the words just caught in the back of your throat each time.
“..you did it again.”
“What?”
to which he’d only respond with a rather stern and somber look and you couldn’t take it. You’d begin to tear up a little before bursting into laughter. Which confused him all the same! “God, I suck. Don’t I?” “Of course not, baby! Why would you say that?!”
you knew he was trying to see the best in the situation as he’d always done but you couldn’t forgive yourself for nearly ruining this entire night. Not when he put so much thought into it. Not when he spent every single day living only to treat you like the queen you were! But just as you’d begin to cry, he’d gently brush a thumb over your cheek and continue to reassure you as he had done time and again before. “(Y/N). I know this is all new to ya’ and it’s hard. I know you’re trying your best and that ya’ care for me too. I feel it every single day..in the things you do for me. The food you make me on my lunch break, the little gifts ya’ buy me..and especially that thing you do with your tongue and the whipped cream—“ earning him a playful slap to the shoulder. “My point is, just because you don’t express it in the way everybody else does, doesn’t mean you don’t care. And it damn sure doesn’t mean that I love you any less. I couldn’t stop doing that if I tried.”
and if you weren’t already an emotional wreck prior, you were done for now! Wiping away those few strays, you’d begin to cheer up, feeling relief that he didn’t resent you for your romantic displays or lack thereof..no matter what, he wasn’t going anywhere! Not for now and not for a million lifetimes. You guys were in it for the long haul..reaching over, he’d pull you into a big embrace and eventually, a passionate kiss, leaving you with a peck to your forehead. “I love you, Rei..so much.” And he’d never let you forget that he felt the same! Now that that was all settled, he just had one more pressing matter to address:
“Now…speaking of that whipped cream—“ asking with his face tip downward as he eyed you and you’d merely shake your head and laugh.
“Hold on, papa. We just had dinner. Gonna have to wait a lil’ bit for dessert now.”
heyyyy...
I'm back after a really REALLY long time.
Anyways I feel like I should explain...
I started writing in my senior year of high school and now I'm a sophomore in college, between that time I was having a really difficult time with school and adjusting because of covid.
I didn't forget about this at all, but I had really bad writer's block and couldn't think of anything to write and I didn't want to just half-ass something because you guys deserved better than that <3
I'm not trying to make excuses at all but I feel that I'm in a really good place now with my mental health and college and now I can focus on this again and writing for you guys!
Anyways, I hope you forgive me for my absence lol <3
- Em
All About Me:
♡ I’m first generation African-American
♡ I speak French, English, and a LITTLE bit of Spanish
♡ I’m a student
♡ I’ve never written before
♡ I MAY be asexual
I have the same B-Day as Mary Jane👩🏾🦯
Poem 2- Nicotine Demon
˜”*°•.˜”*°• C₁₀H₁₄N₂
That's the formula of death
The nicotine demon
A capitalistic bullet aimed at your lungs
You inject the poison in your mouth
And feed the system built to destroy youth and minorities
Cancer has a price tag and you're buying it
What're you doing? Put it down!
Don't live in the city of fog, where the breaths you take for granted become exotic fantasies
This addiction isn't your friend
It won't save you from momentary problems
It'll lead you to a lifetime of dying every single day
Don't light it up. The fuse of your lifeline is too short to waste. •°*”˜.•°*”˜
Poem 3- My Today, Your Tomorrow
( 𝘉𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 " 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦" 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘴)
𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘬
𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦
𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬
𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦?
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺?
𝘐 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸
𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵
𝘊𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺
𝘕𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰
𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦
𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴
𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳
𝘔𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳-𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥
𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺
𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴
𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸
𝘈𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭
𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯
𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺
𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵
𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘭𝘴
𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘴
𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥
𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦
𝘞𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥
A visual version of an earlier poem I did.
Nature's Legacy
To be melanated is to be brown
Brown like the most fertile of soil
Brown like the tallest of mountains
Melanin is a tresure
A treasure bestowed upon the chosen
A bronze legacy worth more than any gold
Mother Nature, she made us in her beauty
Beauty that could never be replicated
Beauty that leaves the entire world in awe
My Worth
A mediocre man will take all
Of your kindness
Of your passion
Of your beauty
Without returning a fraction of your love.
Only talk to men who become intoxicated by your essence and compliment your being.
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