There is always a miracle,
Where you are,
There is always,
No place like the home,
You built with your black beauty,
Beautifully wrapped and unfold
With your character full of light shining,
Light seeing the smiles of face,
It tells the wind always wasn't easy,
But you still push through,
The coldness as it sounds,
To still be the amazing kind,
Kind who taught nothing,
But driving on with the tool of love always.
Love to open your wings to all,
Even when no love for you at all,
You still hold onto the bitterness,
To always keep your portion of the pills,
To be still sweet with love,
I know it wasn't easy,
But you rise above all because you a black queen with charms of beautiful love.
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