My Black Is.
My black does have…you know, like the propensity for strength, but it would rather not have to be quite so strong like that much of the time, you know? Like my black, it’s actually very good at distressing while damsel-ing, you see. Like oh, oh! Can someone carry this for me please? I’m much too precious, see.
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My black is beautiful, yes, not exotic or rare no, my black is backing the baby while fetching the water, key scientist behind the Covid vaccine, smiling back at me at the grocery store check-out. It’s Naomi Campbell walking for Roccobarocco Autumn 2003. Her second look, when she cracks a smile right before she executes that flawless turn because she knows she’s killing it. Undeniable, standard of beauty, My black is.
