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!~