Black Sista

As the ink from my pen caresses my thoughts into words, I can feel your presence,others wonder why you different, Sometimes I slip-up,You say don't forget where you from thats enough to wake-me up, At times I want to give up,you tells me I'm your soldier stand-up Your words are like a butterfly to mine soul that keeps it from never getting old Your beauty makes me appreciate nature Your style is a reflection of my African heritage I must say, I will never disrespect you Mind,Body & Soul,but explore every part of your curvy mature body I will always love you Black Sista I just hope you love me back, like you do Hip-Pop ONE: