Black Woman Golden Memoirs
I mean no dis-respect ihataand I can't tell if it is your black skin, full eyes or woolyroots that strikes lightening through me faster and fasterwho lives bold,smash souls,knowing all earth's gold measures never to her glory.which cause lava splashingcar crashing, burning Elizabeth's daughter slowly.So royal black woman hold metoast all expectations to let your melanin power console me,because no big black book of stories can control me.And if your womb holds the universe then to you be my gloryshout "emerete men ketket" to path the earth and run thelava through her center boldlyto place life on her breast to suckleand no alacta one plus her breast only.So don't fall in love as this is lifejust heights in her priceless moments becauseblack woman only your golden moments hold me.