They say darker the berry sweeter the juice surely my sister that saying was meant for you.
How perfect you are how sweet the taste of this mahogany fruit.
Often rejected because of your complexion used and abused treated like refuse but I refused to let them treat you other then what you are
a beautiful black queen.
I could never get enough of your touch this fruit I love so much
and never will I find a sweeter berry on the vine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem