To the One Who Shines Without Hair-But Glows With Everything Else

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Some stars don’t wait for nightfall—

they burn their way through daylight,

fearless, radiant, undeniable.

She is one of them.

Alopecia never stood a chance against her.

It may have taken the strands,

but it only made more room

for her brilliance to grow louder.

She is Black,

she is bold,

and her beauty is carved into the very bones of sunlight.

Her smile?

It doesn’t just light up the room—it commands the universe.

We met by accident,

some cosmic collision

of chaos and circumstance,

but somehow, the universe knew

I needed a friend like her.

She lets me annoy her (often),

laughs at my foolishness (reluctantly),

and still chooses me every time.

Her patience is saint-like,

her spirit? Spontaneous fire.

And though I joke often,

here’s the truth, unfiltered—

She’s one of the strongest,

softest,

brightest souls I know.

A walking reminder

that crowns aren’t worn,

they’re embodied.

This space is yours.

This love is yours.

This light—

it was always yours.

🌙

With all the mischief and love,

—Your favorite pain in the ass.