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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