The pleasure of having the fun in writing about noble people is the joy in being a writer. To know how awesome it is to have a gift that gives back is a small phenomena compared to beautiful people.
Beauty isn’t about the nature of skin or the color of eyes or flowers… different dialects or body images. Beautiful is a word describing the strengths and even the weakness of others from an understanding eye. Using another tongue… the very words of this work means the same as the words only appreciation can interpret.
Beauty is in the movement of the self governed and the self respected. Like a lens my mind captures the beauty of every freedom. Knowing who knows the way isn’t a mystery, and no magic performed mock their faith. It was a woman who updated the Underground Railroad, and she freed more than modern times without voting. Yes, she changed enslavement into liberation without going to any curtain booth. And it didn’t matter who knew what she was writing or deciding to move for, a determined spirit. Beautiful hills and valley peaks align with fine streams of wisdom describing color women. She pushed nations forward without permission and without voting. There’s her power.