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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