Golden, immaculate. Beauty becomes her and her exuberance echoes through her vibrant soul. Her ebony skin envelopes her magnificent existence. Her kindness is unparalleled. She clinches her chest trying desperately to soothe its undeniable burning. The fire within glistens in her eyes. A mystical creature in human form. Bold and brazen, fierce and formidable. Words sweeter than honey that can sting just as harsh. Her voice like velvet caressing your senses. Her long brown legs carry the weight of her burdens. Her heart; swollen with hope for those she holds dear. Her life story whistles and bellows throughout the generations.
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Zada Minson
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"The Era I Was Born To"
Women were strong and knew their worth. Men spit game, but always meant what they said. Children had real role models. Love in music matched real life. Fashion was fierce and everyone had a statement. Life was hard, but no one complained. Everyone had dreams and pursued them. Fresh princes and unforgettable Cartoons. Everyone connected deeper than flesh. Music had purpose, everyone did. I may have been born near the end, but the blood of the 90s runs through these veins and I wouldn't trade it for anything.
By Zada Minson5 years ago in Poets
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