the darkest color known,
she homes,
she's not ugly in any kind,
not dumb in any mind,
she's a nubian princess, an ebony queen,
a nightly goddess, a midnight dream,
beauty rests in her night skin,
nothing can explain her realness
that her soul friends,
she's scorned by the weathers of menalin,
but her smile brightens her complexion
a thousand times like the feeling inspired by red roses to affection,
she influences colors, nothing is greater than her,
she's the soup for my soul, nothing is greater to stir,
love how she blends in with her hair,
she makes me feel like the feeling after a flesh tear,
cool, relieved, smoothing and clean,
sweat never glisten so sweet and bright when her pores scream
and sings songs of beauty
that mesmerize me,
she's the missing piece to complete every puzzle, every picture,
she's the leader of BS, all problems can come from her,
then again she's peaceful and compromising, all problems can be solved by her,
love the joyeous sounds of her sable laughs,
sometimes i'm tongue tied at what her figure graphs,
she's the before time and the aftermath,
the past, present and future,
the beginning and ending, love how she nutures
me with elements of love, happiness and realness,
peace and nappiness, what secrets does she possess that makes me feel like this,
her words ghost accents of African, Jamaician, Austrailian, American, Caribbean,
whereever she was birthed, i love all my dark women