Brown-skinned beauty With just a touch of red I can recite novels without a word being said. My eyes tell my story Right down to my utter core With just one gaze into my ebony orbs I leave you longing…yearning for more. My lips, ample and firm, tell tales with just a sashay of my tongue- From past to present lovers and victories won. My smile sings a song In a key of its own Can’t be imitated, will never be duplicated A song that Mozart couldn’t have composed or known. My words are bittersweet My tongue a double-edged sword I refuse to abuse my gift I’d rather use to for the Lord. My being depicts unity With my spirit, soul, and body At one with this earth And His spirit that resides inside me. My demeanor is peace My appearance is grace Unspeakable joy abounds across my face My essence is strength, Learned through interludes of rain My character has been molded Because I have sustained. I don’t have to say much For you to know who I am I’m an open book for all to see Brow-skinned beauty with just a touch of red I am my own autobiography.