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To the…
Nappy corn
rows…
Tribal mischief
making
Torn garment
Trending…
By black beauty
center fold
Of all earth’s
gold…
Times…
A planet
expose
to my….
Behold…
Never
to be forgotten
Trending center…
Fold…
Trending
Center fold
Trending center…
Fold…
Is for the love
Of sweat topics…
You write with…
Tongue a tropical
Thunder…
Dances
to rain drops…
On our thrones…
As it was
written…
kings…
Queens…
Hello black
Self-esteem…
Black like the…
Power in
One right side
Fist to….
Sometime
A strike…
Putting
Up a fight…
Solution was
Fists…
To….
Put you in your
Place…
Keeps
you on point…
To wicked ways…
Black is beautiful….
I say black…
It Is beautiful in
every…
lips shade for
shadowing me…
Like the trees
swaying in the breeze…
Cameroon soil…
Uganda…
Tanzania…
South Africa
Before the British
Took it….
Yet…
I got to have
that center to
fold you…
To ease
my social
Anxiety…
The only
Race of a people
Who don’t look
Down on me….
Aren’t Frightened
by me…
We can only
Truly know our
Own struggle…
Sun rises
on dark skin…
A melonated
Fragrance…
Light skin….
I can’t…
Fight skin…
Is a…
delight skin…
Smells like..
Like…
Like…
Damn it’s
So repetitive…
Never to be
forgotten by I…
Like the
Lost tribes of
Israel…
Come over
here…
Give
me some of
the sweet sweet…
Ooowww….
Chocolate Sunday
on a Saturday…
leaving Monday
a day for fun day…
making it feel like a
Friday…
Touch my
Chocolate…
I’ll take
the trash out like
Thursday…
Not a hopeless
romantic…
Bandit thoroughly…
Needing my
black bambee
close…
To…
I…
eye to
eye is a kiss full..
Hugs so tight I can
feel your….
Soul…
my black…
Ah…
Da..
Black Queens……..
coming together as one
Okinawa Okinawa
Flash typhoon warning…
On this on going war report…
They asked us to cease fire…
“I ain’t dieing!”
We going to fight from up top to the floors.
Bottom…
If we go to prison or jail…
We going to fight even more…
Problems…
Odd ball like a Starlet Glanza car in the U.S…
Protesting sympathizers for us…
Off colors don’t even no what for…
I know crazy…
Can hit the door…
Situations can go bad…
Like a intricate Tec jammed…
Nine times in the first bracket…
You died to come back…
Well established bear cat tanks armored…
Riding through your front door…
Over the living room set…
Karma…
Those who they televise as neighborhood rebels…
Open fired back with higher caliber weapons…
The talent show began where it ended…
The biggest gang in the Un-united states are the…
Boys in blue…
An I ain’t talking about no Crips Cuz…
I’ll leave it for you…
Turning faces to dust…
This is mine…
That is yours…
There is power in numbers…
Stop the revenge on each other…
The man of color…
Isn’t yours…
Were made of rubber…
For hundreds of years…
We’ve endure…
Electric elected currents…
Your house guests are…
Friends…
Family…
My house guests are…
Original Gangstaz…
With 3 violent felonies…
Or more…
We are not our war…
FINGER PAINT
FINGER PAINT
I love all the
colors in the
world. A
kaleidoscope
of skin colors
and flesh. Colors
keep the world
spinning dripping
wet paint on a
blank canvas of
a colorless dinner
plates put on
display for
everyone to see.
I love it! I love
the different colors
God made. The
mortal difference…
The depth of
textures… Down
to every freckle,
eye color, hair color
and skin color. All
formed together
to make an
explosion of all
of life’s sweetest
things. Life’s
sweetest thing
to me is diversity.
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