She walked into a room full of beings
A poproom she saw on her dreams.
Dreams can be light skinned as pure
As people's hearts are.
The truth is in a dark African woman's hair,
It grows without being irrigated
You'll never get irritated
The afro grows with the wind flow
Beauty of an albino, can I get a bingo!
I found her...
Her skin melanin dark as the coffee
I had for breakfast
What a feminine!
As for her blue ocean eyes I could use them as
My mirrors;
My mind whispered to my heart in a distance
She was standing to beat slow
Notes from her voice as black as the heart attack
I got when I saw her
But I'll get back
I still lack words to paint on her beauty...
©mullowmash
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