Black Poetry : she was a BROWN SOUL SISTA nice begin with a hot firt like the din of a rock concert it made noise not afraid of boys go to parades enjoys marching an

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oh, he wishes for pride.
and like his fish fried
she starts to MOAN AND GROAN
and say things that are known
in a boy's mind
plus, they enjoy wine
SHE SAID: oh, production at home
is like a construction zone
it builds stuff
and fills enough
cars with girls
go to bars and hurl

 

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go to bars and hurl
kisses bizaar the world
is a GHETTO, oh soap
is dope in a shower of hope
with power like a telescope
oh between a girl's leg is cake
boys stay on the edge of her plate
to have a nice slice with iced tea
oh, beginning to see
how a girl goes on a spending spree
she needed some new panties
boys are after true candies