Thick brown skinned beauty
That’s what they call me
Medium length black fine hair
But please don’t stare.
I see you looking at my curvaceous body
Trying not to show anybody.
My stride is long and strong.
My hips move from side to side
That’s what they say
Only if I would give them the time of day.
They say to me my skin is so beautiful
It looks so clear and smooth
I’m thinking, I’m no fool
My ancestors gave me all the right tools
I have brains and inner beauty.
So please just don’t judge me by my outer beauty
Don’t come to me with your weak lines
For I have heard them a thousand times
And each time I dropp the dime
Giving them the same line time after time.
I smile then grin
The men are thinking they might win
But they don’t succeed
I walk away leaving them thinking one thing
Why wouldn’t that brown skin beauty give me the time of day?
And if they don’t know why
I tell them no lies
I’m more then what’s below my spine.
I have plenty intelligent things to say
But the good men never look my way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem