_____by La Poetess

black berry wine
lips like ripe muscadine
and stength naturaly entwined
in the cords of her steel wool hair
i pause to stare,vividly aware
of this stone cold sistah standin over there

with a statuesque pimp
conformity she would never attempt
and one would never notice the limp
of the wounded mind of one to long exempt
from the world according its riches and glory
I know her story,
cause me
I been there before see
by the world I was pimped
I let them make a whore of me
but I must say
my life was never boring and
as those men kept scoring
and as I was whoring
and as they were forcing
their world down my throat
shooting that tangy white peptobismol coat
I no longer wanted to share
in my mind i suddenly became aware
and began to stare
searching
for that stone cold sistah standing over there
still unclear?
one penis
two penis
threefourfive
how much semen to keep you alive?
the drive igniting fires in my brain
I had to proclaim
that dick was driving me insane
and as proclimations lead to realizations about my
situation
there was no hesitation on my part
I knew my heart and there was no turning back
so I picked up the slack
ready to attack these four walls...oh yes..
out of this box I had to tear
as I became ever so aware
of this stone cold sistah standing over there

no mental or physical contortions
she got even porportions
big titties and ass
her mouth can't write a check
that the sanctified booty can't cash
so of course she talk much niggagurl trash
bout conjurin' "roots" with the bat of a lash
or maybe how she played "this" ho and "that"
not a word of her concious will she retract
cause she the finest negress strutin' down the street
pimpin to the place where all the dykes meet

so my eyes they roam
and from behind I stare
while she swayin' her hips
and slangin' her hair
I am hypnotized
yet ever so aware
no other type woman
could ever compare
to the stone cold sistah
standin over there.

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