DarkSkin Baby
By Valerie Odom
January 29, 2017
DarkSkin Baby
A beautiful baby
A regular baby just like you and I
DarkSkin Baby
An intelligent baby
All A’s cus she a real wise-guy
DarkSkin Baby
A bullied baby
No one likes her black skin
DarkSkin Baby
An oppressed baby
But she has much love from within
I am in shackle
My heart’s wrists tied to his
Holding his heart in my hands
The evidence before this court of fantasy
For committing the crime of love
To protect this heart
I want to fight
I want to fight
To get hold the waft of…
This aroma of Vanilla
My mind is a prison baibe
I got you convicted in my mind
You bang the walls of my mind everywhere
Graffited my walls, I see you baibe
Draw me to that wall, make my memory last
I want put dre over my head
So I could feel those beats
You echo in my mind
Your cham, surely..
I want to fight
I want to fight
Fight and darken my berry for you
I want to look at you
With my moonlight eyes
In my darkskin tonight,
Look up and see the stars on my face
My two moons and 32 stars customized for you
My baibe get over the stars into my galaxy
You can stay under my moonlight
Watch me over
Flowing like the nile
Meandering through your black valleys
Feel the roaring of my river
Even if you mask your ears
You will feel it
For you to feel this…
I want to fight
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