An ode to every black queen… with sufficient melanin
Photo by: mcarsonphotography
She could be of any shade No, this is not sun-made Roots from the continent runner-up Her presence could make you gulp
Balanced on her head is a kinky halo Only with Shea will her skin glow Full lips that holds the brightest smile Originality, that’s just her lifestyle
Tho some shelves sell light-hued promises Some would come with return policies But she’s got love for her coco Wouldn’t like to be served ‘dodo’
Ages past, she was taught to matte her fro To be ‘conventional’ and go ‘weave’ the flow Not an omen, not a downside But won’t sell her kinks to hydroxide
The world could call her exotic No doubt cos she really got it Tho whatever comes with that caption She still wears her crown with satisfaction
Her type don’t crack Her Mama still a snack Her aura still allure Her melanin still sufficient