Black Poetry : SHE SAID: she's been fine But had this friend online. Went on a cake date with a boy. And like sleazy dancers There are no easy answers. For her, lov

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With heart afire
Oh, coochee aflame with butter.
Boys want juicy games and utter.
Soft stuff in a girl’s ear
That the whole world can hear
Oh, on her face blushes.
As lace crushes
The bed sheets.
While her lips red heat
Oh, a girl with deep hope.
Try keep her boat afloat.
This quite alien to her thought

 

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This quite alien to her thoughts.
She’s failing and caught.
Up in the game of HIP HOP
Which leads to a slip knot.
Hanging rhymes above her head
Banging in the club misled
Like flowers her breasts bloom
We could rest to a tune.
Girl, you got the best perfume.
Let him lift your dress and kaboom.
Aw girl your rump is nice.
Like a clump of ice