Fickle I am not
In my choice of women
This brotha bends to most types
Cuz put simply, I like
Women
Not lookin for Beyonce’s looks
Or even Halle Berry’s waist
Spirituality is my taste
And besides, last time I checked
Vaginas don’t have a face
So their make-up and their wigs
Impress me not
It’s just plastic wrap anyway
Sure I have preferences though
Blackness (almond to mocha sistahs)
Big lips
Big hips (gotta check out that real estate for my seeds)
And a behind so big
It’s always left…behind
So yeah I like my women thick
But it’s not a must
Cuz Amerie CAN GET IT *Self high five*
There’s only one law I enforce
With no room for retort
Good feet
If she got in-growns
Bunyones
Yellow claws
Or a corn barrage
Exit ---->
Oh and of course no odors
Or heels that look like shoulders
They should be ladylike
And not like a soldier’s
I don’t wanna think of a landmine goin off
Every time I see your feet
Now if she can’t get with that, TOUGH NUTS
If you want me to have a job
Money
Looks
No gold teeth
A car
AND my own place
You BETTER have good feet
Saliva worthy
When we in bed, no socks
Her feet got wrinkles? BOTOX
I am the sockless scientist
Pornographic podiatrist
Guardian and keeper
Of all pretty feet women