Black Poetry : She’s a BROWN SOUL SISTA And renown bold and will blister The sidewalks when she strut butt She have facts with hips and lips Boys see snacks like chi

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Her breasts towers
And fresh flowers
Could do the trick
She’s a true chick
rhymes phat and sincere
Like the stratosphere
Of a newspaper world
rhyme on the beach
And assign to teach.
Girls how to run from sex.
And play baseball.
We stay in a chase yall

 

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We stay in a chase yall
This boy wants a homerun.
And hope to gone have fun.
But she pulled her panties up.
And pull her dress down.
Nipples on her breasts round
And she’s bless with a pound.
Of grade A milk
She can parade in silk.
At home body so built
She itches his voice soothe.
Plus, he pitches horseshoes.

 

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Then learn to pitch horseshoes
Itch with voice of the blues
He has a Chevy that’s quick
And like a heavy stick
It bat balls
And the stats tall
Have to tilt my hat yall
Look girl i could read.
And like a good deed
This carries more weight than words.
So, boo need cake for his nerves
Come to scripts flow galore.

 

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Come to scripts flow galore.
Like ships then go ashore
Find land.
And design a plan.
To get the right chick
And tonight, be quick.
Like BB KING thrill is gone
So, girl let me chill at your home.
Ok but we only gonna talk.
Or she’s gonna wanna walk.
Ok she hopped in the car.
Wanted to drop by the bar.

 

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Wanted to drop by the bar.
She has some pie bizarre.
Her booty wreck crews.
His duty to respect her views.
And use perfect words that soothe.
There’s thunder down there.
In her brown underwear
He looked at her black thighs.
And the sex facts jest flies.
Romance is a task with aggression.
No chance to ask questions.
It just happens.