By Karani Kelvin.
She says:
You sing praises to me
Like you would a goddess
I am your princess, your queen
I am the one you’ve been waiting for
You have never seen hair this long
This black, this strong, this real
You’ve never seen eyes like these
And papaws this firm, full and ripe
Never seen hips and legs this curved
Chiseled perfectly by the master carpenter
Not bought overseas from a dingy shop
You’ve seen one ravishingly beautiful
With brains that can end global warming
But I know what you want, what you all want
A poacher has no business with the flesh
However sweet and tender. All they ever want
Is the ivory; you are no different!
