Why don’t we drink our coffee black?
Dark chocolate if too strong.
Our skin looks like a muddle puddle,
A ***** ***** pond of dung.
So, many feel contamnated,
And they set themselves on fire,
Drown in  a tub of bleach
Spend thousands and thousands,
Trying to abolish this germ.
Covering it up, watering it down
Staying indoors, swimming in woes,
Shaking it off,
But not ti the african drum.
As ever brown sistah turns into a star
My volaptuous lips still utter the plea:
Please leave me unwashed.

I can feel you slipping,
Losing grip of what makes you whole.
But instead, hanging on to what kills you daily.
What excruciates your heart,
Bruising your hand
And wetting your eyes.
My love, just let go.
Self worth never depreciated,
Why let it?
Appreciate it.
Do what works for you
Be selfish
Put yourself first and the world will remember the intense self-love you feel for yourself...

I bought a broom for her
Told her a good girl keeps their corners clean
Corners hidden from the world as well.
Told her to move into a nice street
Behaved path.
Prayed she wouldn't be stubborn,
Surprisingly my prayers were answered this time.

There must be someone up there.
There must be no one down here.

She stared at her broom,
Knowing not what to do with it.
She was growing too fast,
I had to jump in.
Sweedy, this is for sweeping,
"You hold it up right and wave it,
With your hands on your hips,
Your smile blinding.
Treat this as your wand.
You are your own Godmother.
You sweep like this,
Discard of all hurt the world has to give.
It wipes tears as well
And you can blow your nose.
When he breaks your heart,
One sweep will turn it from bitter to sweet.
It's magical. It will keep you safe. "
I told her all this without knowing,
A broom won't be sufficient in the present world,
She gon need a vacuum cleaner

Wake up early every morning
After every late night
Ignore the headache that you have
Big girls do not cry, big girls will not die.
Thank God for keeping you well
Ask him not to forget 7 billion others as well.
Be a good mother to your brothers
Be a good sister to your mother
You'll never know what it's like, one being one to you.
Since they hid father's bustard daughter from you.
THERE IS NO TIME FOR LOVE
Leave that handsome young boy be.
Trade the little care time you have,
For shackles of freedom.
Be a slave to this life my darling
So you could live like a queen one day.
Don't focus on self growth
Let them shower you with admiration
Maybe your black rose may feed on their poisonous waters.
Ignore the pinches you feel on your back baby.
It's just 7 billion voices whispering knives and twisting them in..
"That old lonely hag. We always thought she was a witch."