The colors of the wind are truly weeping!

What a terrible sad day indeed. Black girls rock, but not girls of the eastern rainbow? It seems as though our dear First Lady has made a majestic boo-boo in her whimsical declaration. For all women are beautiful, and truly rock, and gloriously do so within the glowing spirit of the whispering willow! No matter the pigment of this outer layer that we are all trapped inside of — ladies and gentlemen, we must stand for something, and let our colorful souls shine through. We should allow no such segregation of color, nor say or even think that one color shines brighter than another! The beauty that bursts within the tripian forest of beauzell is when all colors invisibly mesh together in peace, love, and unsegregated harmony. Let our souls remain naturally unscathed inside the darkened fog of the forest of doom which can lure the innocent into thinking that the wings of one butterfly flutter more vibrantly than another’s. We must love, sense, and appreciate the differences in all. And, by doing so, keeping all in perfect zeinpua!

peace, love, and the Mystic Tree Hugger