Black Poetry : She’s a BROWN SOUL SISTA fine. A twister of a boy’s mind It’s hot and strange. But do not change. His plot is to His love affair At the club prep

[rhymebad]

nobody wins
let the party begin.
go to HARDEE when
drinks to be served
her thing is pink, word
it's an energetic attempt
by a pathetic pimp
for a male or a boy
it's a tale of joy
part fake
and a heartbreak
when a boy take some cake

 

[Fine1952]

She’s a BROWN SOUL SISTA fine.
A twister of a boy’s mind
It’s hot and strange.
But do not change.
His plot is to rearrange.
His love affair
At the club prepare
For a date with a chick
Her breasts today
Are in a fresh way.
And unless she says
Yes, he can’t run game.

Wow! - How Sweet. Eye will always treasure this poem, Thankhs, rhymebad. Periodt
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[rhymebad]

Fine1952 thanks for the comment​

when boy take some cake
it's a keen surprise
right between her thighs
HIP HOP crush his pride
so he rushed outside
and hailed a cab
now prevail in the lab
in search of words
and trying to touch birds
with them flying verbs
this guy attractive in the club
but like a psychoactive drug

 

[rhymebad]

but like a psychoactive drug
he get drunk off the funk
then talk junk while he pump
and yell oh baby girl
this is a crazy world
of whackness then he whirl
words, on his roof wet shingles
as the sweat mingles
when having sex
some girls be grabbing the Kotex
this could be a MOTOWN SOUND
when she moves her thing around