The Sister Heals a Blister Mister
THE SISTER HEALS A BLISTER MISTER
My lover is a credit to our entire race
Which happens to be Caucasian
I, however, am a total disgrace
But she’s like a sexy nurse who heals my every abrasion
My lover believes in people rather than to be a skeptic
What they tell her she’s takes for granted is true
Well I live in a world where people’s speech is septic
And I can’t trust a word of which they so speciously spew
My lover believes in always doing the right thing
For instance she tithes in Church on Sunday
S**t, I hear that old rusted bell e’er to ring
And while she’s walking into the church I’m running the other way
My lover gives our race gracefulness and glamour
But she has a big mouth and I don’t care if she can heal a callous or a blister
Well guess f*****g what, I’ve had it with her cacophony and
clamor
So I’m heading out to find me a fine African American soul sister
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
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