She's a Queen
She's a PrincessToo,
Even without a Cinderlla shoe...
Her feminine strength and prowess
Is likened to an Empress
So I secretly call her Queencess...
She's very black
Yet gives me no heart attack
Even though facebook and ghetto gossips
Keep scarring our back
With their verbal whips....
She's my Black Rose,
As I write this poem, she’s all over my bony chest so close
I know you are jealous I suppose,
Hahaha, don’t be jealous
Go get yours!
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