The air grew colder, the breeze kissed my cheeks. The day lowered down its head and the night slowly began to rise. I made my way into the warmth of my house. I made my way up the stairs and into my room. That night was not going to be like any ordinary night, that night I was going out to celebrate life and I planned on looking good.
I turned on the shower, the heat embraced me and welcomed me into its home behind the white drapes. When I stepped into the shower the water kissed my skin and cradled me in its warm arms. The radiant glow rested within my brown skin glistened. After a hot relaxing shower, I stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around my body and made my way into my room. Before I got dressed I couldn’t help but to stop in front of the mirror and admire my body. My shape was beautifully sculpted by the hand of God, my skin of deep chocolate had the power of taking one to another place.
My crown sat high on my head with its deep, tight black girls. I looked to my right and took a few minutes to stare at my makeup collection. A part of me wanted it to love all of my face but another part of me wanted to feel freedom. I wanted my inner beauty to glow and shine. I wanted that to be my sparkle and diamond for the night. Flaws and all I felt beautiful and satisfied. I made my way to my closet and found this beautiful red dress that matched perfectly with my shoes.
I slipped on my dress.
I slid my feet into my shoes, grabbed my jacket and my clutch and made my way out the door.
I took the first step outside of my home. It kissed me goodbye. It was as if the wind waited for me, it brushed against me greeting me hello.
That night was going to be a different night. A “me” night. A celebration of my life, the life God has given me. A celebration of life in my skin, my hair, my body.
That night was going to be the night that the wild fire within me was going to blaze and make itself known.