Poet, Photographer, Creative
You dishonor the father and your mother
When you murder your own brothers over colors
We become fools instead of royalty
When you as a queens doubt your kings
We become weaker as men if you listen
To how we speak down on our women
And trade the name bitch for their givens
One thing I learned…
You get what you earn
Polo and Jordan’s but mama struggling
Designer doesn’t mean anything when family still suffering
Ebony toned goddess
Summer or winter
Your desire is the hottest
Royalty in your veins
But your persona is modest
Beautifully built queen
I just need you to know
You’re worth more than everything
Hips switching in rhythm
The song of your sway is what I sing
Value in every word that leaves your lips
Spirits in your opinions
I’m just trying to take a sip
Inebriated by your presence
Silver and gold should be the toll
To pay for your life lessons
Guess that’s why I’m sweating
Right before I send you this text message.
Nubian beauty
For whatever it may mean
Just want you to know you’re still a queen
Too Distinct 