HER

Her bronze skin radiating in the soft rays coming from the sunset kissing her skin.

Her brown eyes illuminating in the subtle orange, pink and red hues.

Her aura playfully lingering in the air hugging her silhouette.

Breathtaking in her purest self: 
Clothed by her imperfections,
Scarred by experience,
Shaped & designed by God.

A Deity.

A Reflection.

Me.

This is the woman I have become.

By: Unako Mjekula

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