Black Sista
As the ink from my pen caresses my thoughts into words,
I can feel your presence,others wonder why you different,
Sometimes I slip-up,You say don't forget where you from
thats enough to wake-me up,
At times I want to give up,you tells me I'm your soldier
stand-up
Your words are like a butterfly to mine soul
that keeps it from never getting old
Your beauty makes me appreciate nature
Your style is a reflection of my African heritage
I must say, I will never disrespect you
Mind,Body & Soul,but explore every part of your curvy mature body
I will always love you Black Sista
I just hope you love me back, like you do Hip-Pop
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