Inspired by the kind comments of Gershon Wolf
Because I am a rose you expect me to be red But I am black hope there’s much to be said My petals not yellow but thick onyx braids Inspiring the fellows who want to get laid But I’m no mattress nor am I for sale Comfy in my blackness no need to yell Stigma and enigma due to my pride Misunderstood figure refusing slight My feet are planted in brown dirt Inspiring romantic despite my hurts Cut me deep and I bleed cranberries DNA unique magical like cocoa faeries Optimistic singing James Brown so loud Who can resist I’m black and I’m proud
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