I came across an element covered in melanin…
With the power of placing butterflies within your soul unannounced, just off of her appearance alone…
One of them resting upon her shoulder…
Constantly evolving into a mogul of manifestations…
She was the mother nature of my emotions…
A black romance novel with never ending pages…
Society’s psychic…
I wonder if she ever reads the energy that she ignites in me whenever she gifts the atmosphere with her presence…
Simply astonishing alone, there’s no loneliness…
A goddess who goes on vacations…
If I was able to make one wish the day she decided to shoot away from the rest of the stars in the sky…
I would’ve asked to become the luggage to her solo trips…
Just so I could have a reason to spend more time with her…
Her smile is satisfying…
Her eyes are addicting…
And her humor is theraputic…
If you defined the word dope, the explanation will be her…
Just a photo of her, priced more than the universe’s self worth…
Reminiscing cuddle sessions…
Constantly brainstorming ways to become a Warlock just handle all of her black girl magic…
Her entire well being is reality’s vibranium…
The Avengers could never match her strength from what she’s battled through life…
She even saved me from stressful moments just by sharing her personality…
She definitely has a third eye…
But she’s so fucking lovable, I bet she has a million hearts…
Plus mine…
She has the beauty, brains, charisma, and leadership to have Women Talk…
And her success simply has me speechless…
She’ll always have a key to my vulnerability…
I came across an element covered in melanin…
And I love her existence…
-Ricky “Randum” Maeweather
Ricky Maeweather 