Red Stew Poem by Josephe Buchanan

She has all the ingredients of an Orisha and all the beauty of the night time Nigerian sky. Her beautiful skin reflects the Sun like magic.

This magic blinds the eye's of men who are not worthy. She can be as sweat as red stew or as spicy depending on her mood.

Her potential is limitless, while her mind only grows with her beauty. Curves like tomatoes, and color like red peppers, she makes men cry from her beauty like the slice on an onion.

Blended together, with class, you have a perfect meal. She was born royal and will produce Kings, and Queens. Her beauty is food for thought while his love for her, left him starving.