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Her eyes outshine the Alabama sun,

A touch of magic when the day’s begun.

Decades pass and the seasons fly,

But time just seems to pass her by.

I see a photo from back in '03—

She’s the same woman standing next to me.

While others chase a miracle cream,

She’s the living heart of a timeless dream.

They say Black dud'n crack—and that’s the truth,

She’s signed a lifetime lease on youth.

That's Black Girl Magic, mesmerizing and true,

Makes her ebony look forever new.

The clock might tick, but the lines don’t show;

She’s pure grace, rhythm, with a natural glow.

The years keep rolling, but she’s right on track,

It’s a beautiful fact: that Black dud'n crack.

Skin like mocha in the morning light,

A smile that proves I've got this right.

Smooth as the river, soft as the pine,

While I’m over here aging like a tangled vine.

She says it’s the Spirit, she says it’s the soul,

But it’s a blessing how she stays in control.

From head to toe, she’s a work of art—

A twenty-year-old face with a golden heart.

Time is a thief—or so the story goes—

But how to steal her beauty? He never knows.

Dancing in the kitchen, laughing in the rain,

Looking like a schoolgirl all over again.

Yeah, it’s a fact…

That Black dud'n crack.

No, it never does—

Just keep on shining, baby.