My Sistah
Don’t ask me to appreciate
The cleft of your
Cerebral cortex
Without evidence of its existence
Insisting I respect it
Show me your mental depth
And I’ll (un)dress and caress your
Medulla Oblongata
in appreciation of
left and right mind
as I explore the depths
of you
Does, “I’m trying to get mine”
Translate to
“I ain’t got time (for a brutha like you)"
Oh!
Is it a crime
For a brutha to admire your
38 inch solid B-Hind
Or, the sleekness of your
23 inch thin waistline
You’ve worked so hard to define
{work with me, now}
Is it wrong for a brutha to say
YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL
Even though you’re pushing a doctor’s weight
Which opened closed doors…got you through the gate
{****, your body is tight!}
That’s right…that’s right.
You may not like how I say what I say
But you can’t deny its TRUTH
“But…what about my mind?”
Your mind is the last thing I see
So, don’t knock me
For appreciating the rest of you
Enough to get to the mental depth
Of you
Is it a crime?
Don’t ask me to appreciate
The cleft of your
Cerebral cortex
Without evidence of its existence
Insisting I respect it
Show me your mental depth
And I’ll (un)dress and caress your
Medulla Oblongata
in appreciation of
left and right mind
as I explore the depths
of you
Does, “I’m trying to get mine”
Translate to
“I ain’t got time (for a brutha like you)"
Oh!
Is it a crime
For a brutha to admire your
38 inch solid B-Hind
Or, the sleekness of your
23 inch thin waistline
You’ve worked so hard to define
{work with me, now}
Is it wrong for a brutha to say
YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL
Even though you’re pushing a doctor’s weight
Which opened closed doors…got you through the gate
{****, your body is tight!}
That’s right…that’s right.
You may not like how I say what I say
But you can’t deny its TRUTH
“But…what about my mind?”
Your mind is the last thing I see
So, don’t knock me
For appreciating the rest of you
Enough to get to the mental depth
Of you
Is it a crime?