Dear Nia.

Black Girl Magic as seen from Latina eyes.

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Poem: Dear Nia.

Her eyes were like orbs such a deep brown,
that if you looked for too long you feel like you would drown.
She was duality in every motion of her being.
She knew how to balance and that was something I had never seen.
My brown hues watched her; stunned and amazed that society told me that of HER I should be afraid.
She…