God has to be a black man
Why else would I feel so much pride when I look at my reflection?
Sheepwool in two poms adorning my round chestnut face
Black man adoring the sight of me as I switch it up in my chucks
Thick thighs captivating in just the right pair of jeans complimenting my butt
God had to be high when he gave me these gifts
They say I come from mans rib
Then shouldn't he be stronger? Shouldn't it be harder for me to distract him with a dip of cleavage or sliver of leg?
Nah I always end up in the same comprising positions in his bed
He must have had the munchies when he taught us how to rotate our asses to the beat of drums
Fast forward a thousand years to us bouncing it in King of Diamonds for a stack of them blue ones
He must have been faded when he let me be a black women
Cause I'm no longer jaded
Though society wants to hide it
I'm coveted
YOU ARE READING
BRoken WOrd
Random✒️I'm a Poet✒️ I've learned that the best poems are based on life events No matter how magnanimous Or Microscopic
