Incognito,

But steal my dress though,

By the moonlit glow,

I let my breast flow,

But because I let my fro glow,

I guess it wasn’t suppose to grow no’

Since it gave the best toe-

Truck,

by glands like,

A power object can sweat,

Next,

to my plans.

Because he’s my man,

whom rides dirty,

In every southern pecan,

Land.

Though,

what was his ultimate tan?

Was it the smirk on my face,

Because my time..

He had not one place,

Like a mat in a space ship,

He had not one weight,

No way,

that’s not my man,

With a bright-golden summer’s tan,

In the Winter?

Where the climate beats the bluff,

He is God’s stuff.

So I let Allah give him his best buff,

For I am not his diamond in the rough,

like my precious dress wouldn’t iron out its fluff.

C’mon,

Trying to act tough.

I am with the best of self,

For this black skin,

Wasn’t tearin’ in the coldest puck.

God wears this clucker,

On his cloud,

But God,

Where is this sucker?

Like I won’t turn up now?

As this tuck stir…

in front of my clipper,

I know my dark skin won’t skin dirt,

As this is self,

Though I am a blusher,

When God folds time back,

To touch her,

like wrapped covers,

Or like a red dress to make another,

Plainly new law discover,

Righteous times can be taken away from,

A daughter,

To her shelter,

From her maker,

in the Winter,

like God won’t give his fender-bender,

To bend the youth,

down and around to make a

coup.

And in that,

she sips her soup,

Silently,

As her hat tips to her boots.

No man shall stand before my tool.

Allah gave me a woman’s tooth,

As I become loved by his…

Books and a lamp stand that wouldn’t move,

by if it means,

or comes two by two.

God will throw a strike,

so his opponent can teach you too.