I'm partial to my Black Queen. Been partial ever since the time When she added her stars To the universe of my mind, Shined light on places I never seen About myself, good and bad. She's an African American dream. Confident, fiery, loving, sweet.
With knowledge and growing wisdom Her brown eyes pierce me deep. I gasp for breath when I'm diving through her deep. The double entendres In the words I speak Deciphered Only by my Queen. Spoken only in the ears Of my Queen. I wrap her in my words And twist her around the syllables That generate in my mind When she's swimmin in my mental. And now Transcribing her visual Has become a pastime And for my Queen I'm always partial with the greatest of all commodities. Time.