BEAUTIFUL CATASTROPHE

Oh Black woman,
How I adore you,

Your words flow like the music notes from a trumpet,
How I cherish that brown skin of yours that makes egos plummet

You,
Yes, you brown girl,
You're the epitome of beauty,

Your body sings a song so perfect that a sax couldn't anchor it,

Your hair as straight as a violin string,

There are a lot of skin colours but yours is the most wonderful,
Your skin, your body, your soul is coveted by others

Everybody wants a brown skin kid,
That's how precious you are black woman

Every man dances to the tunes your body makes,
You're the most beautiful our God has ever made,

Yet you downplay your beauty and the others make you feel inferior,

But it's a lie,

Everybody wants to be you

They want to have your curly natural hair that grows endlessly like a river from a waterfall,

They covet those soulful brown eyes that break the demeanor of men

They want those your beautiful and full hips that makes a man lose his mind

They want your soft buttocks that will leave a man drooling

They want that beautiful soul that nobody seems to possess but you

They want those words you utter that brings music to their ears

They know you walk it like you talk it

They want the confidence you reek of when you walk in the room

Because everyone stops whatever it is they're doing and all attention is directed to you

They want that pride that you carry around

That pride that you flaunt in their faces saying "I wouldn't change me for you"

But beware less they break your beautiful musical heart

They take what they want from your wonderful soul and leave you to pick up the pieces

They take all your music away

And leave you to gather that musical tune that you've always had

So they can just come back and steal it again

And the truth is they can't seem to figure you out,

Why?

Because you're like a musical piece being played in a opera

They don't know the beginning, the middle or the the end

You're a beautiful catastrophe crashing down on this greedy audience

And it's much for them

It's even too much for me.

Basically my love,

They want you.

They are jealous of you, love

But the undeniable secret they harbour is

They love you.

Unintentionally, irrevocably and madly in love

With,

You.

MJPrime