By Tikia Joella Isn’t love a beautiful thing?
Dear Future Husband…
In conversation with someone recently, I was asked to name a few things that I loved. After thinking about it for a while, this was my answer….
Dear Future Mable Forty years from now, I get to be you. And that’s exciting as it is scary. This letter is born out of this fear/excitement.
Her hair is straight Long and glossy It once was a shiny black Then a shiny red Now its a shiny blonde Her smile is perfection Teeth white, lips red Her skin is a smooth brown
I know you. You, who’s looking at me. I know you. With your eyebrows and makeup Trying to be like all the girls in the magazines