She smokes like Marley,
Attitude like Harley,
Her skin colorful,
Her gaze blissful.
She knows what I fell for,
So when it comes to make-up, what for?
Her hair is afro-puffy and mine is nappy,
Tho' I ain't rich, she claims to be happy.
We differ in every aspect,
But we speak the same dialect.
Who is she?
She is an African woman,
She Always gets me amazed.
But these days this spark,
Has been replaced by lipsticks, foundations, I heard them call it Mac,
The need to make your skin light,
When maybe, just maybe, the Creator might-
Have wanted your skin to absorb light,
Making you glow and light up the dark night.
Our generation is stuck,
Cz there are certain values we lack,
So woman, forget the "Mac" but Never forget you black,
The rib owner will love you just the way you are! -Kenda.