What is a king without his queen?
She is the epitome of my being
Beauty skin deep
She will knock you off your feet
Light skin
Dark skin
Your skin
My skin
Brown Skin
Mela-nin
Show stopping
Booty poppin
Black girl
You see
She birthed me,
my queen
It took me a while to see
How could you deny thee?
Whose hair is her crown and joy
She makes the whole world make some noise
As they stop and stare
Strong, even when she can’t bare
It’s rise and fall of her chest
The head of my family, carrying the royal crest
Since the beginning of time,
We’ve fed the world with her breast
So when they tell her she’s not enough
I tell them she was born tough.
Holds her head up high
She ain’t gotta be shy
They wish they had it
I call it black girl magic!
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