Black Poetry : a BLACK SOUL SISTA sweet With her stroll blista the street She’s provided with a gift His flow collided swift With her red lips Her head may slip And

[rhymebad]

Jest plain juice everywhere.
The opportunity is right here.
Parked in a community oh dear.
Oh, there goes the cell phone.
Oh well she’s not at home.
And this boy come on strong.
His hand right under her skirt
She had a change in attitude.
Now in a strange mood
Oh thought she wouldn’t mind.
That her coochee is pudding online
her coochee itching and pink