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Afician Lilies
SHE SITS POISED & REGAL, TRANQUIL BUT STRONG
HER MAHOGANY SKIN, BEING KISSED SLOWLY BY THE SUN
HER BEAUTY TASTE OF HONEY, HER LIPS ARE BEE STUNG
GAZE UPON HER TOO LONG, YOU WILL HEAR NEGRO SPIRITUALS BEING SUNG
WRAPPED IN SILK SOAKED IN PEACHES, THE SWEETNESS OVERFLOWS
HER PRIDE SWELLS LIKE A SEED & BEGINS TO GROW, WHILE LILLIES OF PURITY, BASK IN THE GLOW
A CROWN OF LOCS, ADORN HER HEAD, SOMETIMES REFERRED TO, SIMPLY AS DREADS
THE EVIDENCE OF ANCESTORS, AS STRONG AS THE SEA
SHE LONGS TO BE NO OTHER…SHE LONGS ONLY TO BE…….ME!!!!!!!
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