The Wonderment of my Existence.

The wonderment of my existence,
Is a thought that crosses my mind,
From time to time.
A vessel of living cells housed in delicate skin,
That grows older as the years go by.
When you defy the expectations of society on how you should live your life,
Because the wonderment of my existence is nobodies business apart from mine.
Refusing to play along with the stereotypes,
whether it's from people black &/or  white.
I am me,
Just like you are you.
The confusion of why my dark skin Is such a bother to you,
& why men are so scared of the beautiful tone of my skin,
The essence of where nature begins.
So no one can tell me I am not beautiful or have the power to change the world if I believe in me.
I am not here just to exist,
But live out my every dreams,
with the purity of kindness & gift of empathy.
Is it that my aura is so powerful,
It stuns the minds of those who cannot read between the lines.
We are not here for just a season,
Because we were all born for a reason.
I will not dilute my skin just to fit in,
Or over sexualise just to get fame & likes on people's timelines.
My happiness & joy is felt deep inside,
Aligned with whose mindsets are open,
Embracing the wonderment of their lives.
Not just living & breathing,
But embracing the colours of the sky.
The feel of the air as it flows through your nose,
everytime you take a deep breath as if it's your last time.
The sensation of life,
Means you get to question & disprove what are lies.
That no matter how someone sees you,
It can't stop you from travelling wherever your imagination wants to take you.
Plus the feeling of love,
For I am the epitamy of a glowing heart.
You can taste sorrow,
with the gift of leaving it in the past.
The wonderment of my existence is just a glorious path.
Been free to roam & discover my purpose with an optimistic heart...