The power of the black woman is vast because her beauty is strength, endurance, and love.
It is not only a beauty of outwardly measure;
It is a feeling of profound stillness.
Her eyes show the depth of what she has triumphed over.
Her skin is her glory.
Her natural hair is her crown.
Her experiences are etched through time.
When she cries, there are vast oceans formed but unseen to the naked eye.
Her anger is unmatched; it’s a solid storm.
But when she’s happy, the trees grow, and the Sun shines.


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