Black African Sister, Lord Jesus you really did it this time....Who is she?When she walks with her high heels and her toes done to perfection.Damn,Who is she?The thickness of her lips when she speaks the words of obsession...Lord! Lord! Lord! Who is she?...Why does everybody look at how confident she is?... Is it jealousy?...My God!Who is she?... The sweet smells, the aroma of fruits fill my nostrils...Jesus, Who is she?...With the smell of all those fruits, she has to be good for me...Good Lord, Who is she?...Who said the numbers 200 to 250 has to be only good in currency...We used to want dimes but you cant get anything from that!... But,what im looking at you can get warmth in the winter, dinner in the evening, and waves without going to the beach...Lord Jesus,Who is she?..She is ME! A big,thick, healthy, Black African Sister!...That is who I am and no one can take that away from me!This poem is dedicate to ALL my sexy big sistahs. And to the ones who are not afraid to let it be known.
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