You don't believe in magic?
Well, I guess you haven't seen me
With my eyes thats imitate coffee beans
And that shines like the morning sun
Or the setting horizon,
And my deep chocolaty skin
Filled with rich melanin,
Color of mother nature's soil,
And my beautiful thick lips,
Which turns upwards and smiles,
Even as lies of me enters my ears,
And my thick hair,
That fills the room and demands all attention
Well, I guess you haven't seen me
And witnesses black girl magic.
*Honestly, I'm not talking about myself lol*
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PoetryPoetry that you might like, or might hate Full of laughter, or tears, to fill your plate Press read and make me happy Let me warn you, it's very crappy.
