Brown skin
Melanin rich
Cocoa dipped lady
Beauty richer than the Ivory Coast
With a mind wiser
Than the graceful giants whom walk the motherland
Speak
Speak to me with the conviction of all your wants
And let your needs gleam from your eyes
Let me decipher
The Morse code of your voice
And find the things you hide from others
Can I admire your efforts
Your personality
Inner so golden that it exudes from your pore
drips down your body
Greater effort in self
Produces greater want from others
My human hourglass
Pour in what you give out
With extra minutes of counted days, I try to grasp
And repeat.
My Queen
My *Kween
Iridescent in form
Irreplaceable in nature
About the Creator
Sydney robinson
Take a look into my head
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