Dark beauty that hides behind her eyes, no one knows the secrets she holds. The hint of a real smile on her face but everything else is fake.  She doesn’t want to feel like she has to try to be confident. She just wants to be, but its hard carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders and as she gets older the harder she tries the less pretty she seems. And the seams that holder her together like a piece of patchwork on a quilt are splitting slowly. Like she is about to lose control but she can’t because she knows what control is worth and to have it taken from her is a whole different type of rebirth.  One that she is not sure she can handle without flying off the handle. And as she sits in this portrait eyes squinted with no life behind them, hair just blatantly displayed with no sense of worth, and nothing is genuine about it; you wonder if this is how life is really meant to be. A fake smile and blank eyes full of concerns. And a black unhappiness filled with millions of insecurities, dark secrets and buried urns. A black hole so wide nothing could hide behind it not even a wormhole worth trying to escape into. Can life really be meant to be like this, blank and no bliss no happiness and nothing you even want to reminisce about because the thoughts of her past, her present and her future wants to make her purge, purge everything in her life that she’s ever taken inside; to literally carve out every breathe of mistakes she’s made, making her feel like a walking plague. Someone who only knows how to pretend, and constantly bends but never breaks for everyone but herself. Someone who consistently screams “fix it, fix it, fix it,” but what about fixing yourself? Can someone go on feeling so empty and not knowing how to really be happy without questioning everything; Being afraid to jump outside of the box. But as you look into her almost black eyes you just want to freeze time for her, you want to breathe life into her. You want to fix it for her, so she can better herself. You wish for her smile to be real and the weight that she carries to be a little lighter so she can stand up straighter. For her seams to tighten and she find a different plight. Because no young girl, not even a day over 20 should have to fear a world she’s yet to even explore. Her every photo should be filled with a light of adventure so bright it could light up the night sky. She should never have to carry the weight of world that has just fallen at her feet. Nothing should have to be so deep, that she never smiles and when she does every smile is lacking a litter bit of luster. That someone can be so flustered her heart never flutters anything but fear of never being accepted. That her appearance doesn’t matter because she feels like black matter.  That her reason her absence is felt and her presence is know is because the mere sight of her gaze is so intimidating you don’t know whether to flee or fight not because she is a simple beauty that brings so much light to life . That the mere thought of rejection and even looking at her reflection keeps a lioness whose beauty on its own could defy all odds. Yet sits enclosed in the box fit for a mouse. Instead of the lioness believing in herself and knowing she has everything to offer the world. She accepts defeat and refuses to speak, and continues to  take the 49 lashes she gives herself because she knows that she needs help but refuses to seek it. That the literally change begins with her, that she has to dig out those buried urns spread the ashes and let the fire dying inside burn once again. And to offer the world everything they deserve from her.