Even if you gathered all of the oceans into your throat, and all of the light into your hair, there would still be women who have mastered the art of stealing stars out of the sky, and hiding them in their eyes. You are the kind of beautiful that leaves craters in the moon, the kind of beauty that has shaitans banging at the gates of heaven, begging God to let them have one last glimpse of you. Don’t be concerned with other women’s beauty. Only admire God’s amazing work and wish them well, this earth was made to bite us in half and grind us to bone, but we were made to be kind.
