African Brownskin
Zero nine nineteen
Sunday August sixteen AM
Is when I saw this girl
With African brown skin
She looked sharp to cut
My throat that then was salivating
This thirst crowled elavating
My face to see if what I see is real
Or it is allusination
I take it most of the time
Self meeting into my mind
So she slowly stoped
When she realized AM
Inside my thoughts, with eyes on price
She called not only twice
Thrice,
Thrived I came back to my mind
When I felt her tender touch
She is young, I felt younger
Let me ponder her
Let me murder her
Let me thunder strike on her
Questions of hunger
When I remember
How she took all my happiness
No wonder
Am really destined for greatness
God has really remember
To compasate my happiness.
#GOD_HAS_REMEMBERED
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