My Blackness

My black isn't illustrated
Nobody has read about me
My black don't blend in
It's always blossoming outwards
My black is so strong
No it won't fold
It keeps a steady hand
Always holding on
Unless god say let go
Then my black ass isn't moving on
My black isn't scared to die
It's living I fear
Cuz my black got so much hate
But I wasn't a mistake
I love my haters anyway
My Black Essence
Is Excellent
It's the thickness in my hair
The curves in my body
That'll make everyone eyes
When I walk by
Now I'm memorized
In my blackness
You cnt deny me!!


  • Author: Quish (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 18th, 2018 09:00
  • Category: Unclassified
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