Her

Her. She's beautiful. She's talented. Over all she's amazing. Everyone loves her. She's in a good relationship. She's living the life everyone wish they had. She doesn't need approval from everyone. She is the strong black woman that should be represented as power. Her intellect is beyond what anyone would image. Not to mention, her smile, so she's told, is like no other. Sometimes she can be a little difficult. But he loved her, for her. He loved her alone.

She sometimes whined, but it always got her far. Her head was always held high, regardless of the circumstances. She was a rock. She was solid. Nothing could ever bring her down. She was brave and caring to those that treated her the same way, and had no tolerance for those that behaved disrespectfully. She was goal oriented and always had reason to do what she pleased. She was what everyone wanted to be. Her...was me. If I could somehow turn back the hand of time, I would. Just so I can again be her.