Karestiah Lawson
She was my cool glass of midnight elixir. I woke up one night enveloped in the lukecool glow of television light. I felt so damn rested. I haven't felt that way in such a long time... I looked up from my sleepy haze and she was such a muse. Slick, smooth skin on her shins; in contrast to her dewy and hydrated chocolate icing like complexion on her face neck and chest. Her forearms were perfectly smooth in complexion like a Hershey's kiss. As my eyes ran up her arms her skin lessened texture like a fresh rose petal and more like the smooth silk of chocolate . I don't know how many people know this, but she had bedroom eyes. She was cool as a cucumber with prettiness that infected her air. She had a love and grace for me in her eyes that made me feel so free to be myself. I remember being shallow and caniving. Arrogant and with the wrong values. Birdie Lou always saw those sides of me. Whenever I heard myself at such a young age make comments that gave me the ick, Birdie Lou was right there knee to knee, head to chest with me. Her eyes carried sooo much acceptance and lack of judgement. She had a signature smirk, because at many a time of my worst- i genuinely made her laugh. But my quirky comments were in such contrast to her domineering air of inner beauty and dainty feminine character. She embodied and exemplified the stature of serenity. She carved out my journey towards being a woman of beauty and intelligence.
