BLACK VANILLA
Vanilla is black. something that tastes so good can't be black? something that tastes so good must be black.
BLACK VANILLA
Vanilla is black. She's beauty wrapped in a decorative bottle, she wears pearls and perfumes, sweet colours, and strong energies.
BLACK VANILLA
Vanilla is black. She's the performer and creator, the harmonies and the melodies. the production of life. the procreation of love. the maker of magic.
BLACK VANILLA
She innocently shines her elegance, she quietly displays her perfection. Gets cut down and stolen from her tree resting peacefully can you see what she's reflecting?
BLACK VANILLA
Oh, how you're loved black vanilla. Oh, how you shine. In a world where shining too bright could be in the wrong hue. who sees hue? some choose not to but I see you... Black vanilla.
BLACK VANILLA
Your very form is pure art. Every colour started from your very essence. Not good enough to be displayed but just enough for sons of bitches to use you in the first place. You're bleached with blinding light and we're shown a distorted version of beauty.
BLACK VANILLA
Chopped down and dyed a new vision? making you feel less than, when you were already everything, nothing added nothing erased no added colours no added preservatives, because you know whose in envy? the observer is.
BLACK VANILLA
living so luxuriously, slumbers in a villa bathes in the freshes of rivers, drinks from a fountain of liquors, feeds the ones before never diluted, here they come poising the water, polluted, burning the house down, executed, but don't fear as you are always rooted.
BLACK VANILLA
I love you wholeheartedly.
About the Creator
Ruhani Khadijah
you're welcome to stroll through my garden 🌱
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