I liked the way he talked
words fell from pure lips
Sounding like a music
He was easy to spot in a crowd
The way he stood, tall and powerful
Rodney I had grown to like
But he liked girls unlike me
Funnily enough I was brown like him
But he preferred pale skinned beauties
ones whose lips shined a pearly pink
Hair soft and limp
Translucent skin that burned in the summertime
Mariala tells me that he hates women that look like me
I'm dark as night and that alone steered suitors away
I call her the devils child as she runs away laughing
But can't help but wonder if it's true
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