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.