Black Poetry : She was a BROWN SOUL SISTA She’ in a sloping position And hoping that tradition Is better understood Won’t have to blunder in the hood Her mind someho

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She was a BROWN SOUL SISTA
She’ in a sloping position
And hoping that tradition
Is better understood.
Won’t have to blunder in the hood.
Her mind somehow yields.
And like a plowed field
It grows crops.
Know a hot
Girl when he sees one.
School, she adores.
And like a pool on the floor

 

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And like a pool on the floor.
Her panties are wet.
Not even in the car yet
She’s a hot honey.
Some boys got a lot of money.
Correct to hide online.
And like a specified time
Things happen.
Boy’s bling be trapping.
Chicks they wanna lick
Yes, call the doctor.
It’s best it’s all proper

 

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It’s best it’s all proper.
A saint among girls
Teach them in young worlds.
In town utter
And like a pound of butter
Flow great rhyme
And donate time.
To rap to a chick
And grab a map quick.
Have stamina with scriptures.
And like a camera take pictures
her body lean not thick.

 

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her body lean not thick.
Emotions high
Got potions for pie.
rub lotion on her thigh.
Love and a notion to deny.
A kiss oh stop boy.
She’s not your hot toy.
He bought a house.
was taught not to arouse.
But was caught with MICKEY MOUSE
Quotes and chick pulled up her panties.
And ran away.

 

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And ran away.
No plan to stay and listen.
He wanna play be kissing.
But no delay going fishing.
Was at a chancy bar.
And like a fancy car
Folks look.
Put my coat on a hook.
Started to read a dope book.
Chocolate he carries.
And like pocket dictionaries
He looks up words.