Evolution
Evolution
Do not look at me because my skin be black
My hair so short and kinky
My nose as broad as the California sun
My mind a mystery to thee
Don’t look at me for my teeth are strong
They will grind because you look at my slender eyes
My breast in bloom the curve of a hip
My lips be red it don’t go to my head
Do you see me like you
I am your sister is it not true?
While you looking at me
I be sly lookin at you
Favoring ancestors I never knew
Copyright©Ameaca2011
Copyright © Ameaca Packard | Year Posted 2011
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