You have the whole galaxy in your head, 

you’re breathing new stars and lands with every breath you exhale.

When you’re angered; worlds collide and explode,

 
When you’re happy Mother Nature makes new species, 

And when you’re sad the skies turn grey with you. 

My dear I see star dust coming off your lips, and a whole sea of stars in your eyes.

Your finger tips may be blAck, but I know very well what tou hold and that it’s really not black, but simply all the colors ever to exist. 

My dear
,

Stop under estimating yourself
You’re amazing 
You and your entire universe upon you.