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Aug 2018
The best kind of woman
Is one that be showing
Daisy dukes with cornbread feed
Thighs and hips that cosine
That my hypotenuse can fit
Between an *** built like a sign
That’s because your a prime number
You have grit like a sailor
With so much flavor
Is no wonder your grandma has high favor
Nothing small on you
The word thick couldn’t hold it together
On how your sway
doesn’t change the weather
Eat like nobody’s watching
And can shoot three
Man being from South Carolina
Has really spoiled me

You have venom in your bite
And claws to boot
I love your fight
But at times we need a truce
Cause even with your caboose
I might end up on a noose
Or five rounds to the back
All over me being black
But you still run the track
You say you making changes
And that you like all people
Then why is there so much upheaval
When I call you evil
Slavery and inhumane started the trend
Then along came lynches and rapes
Now it’s just your black *** is out too late
The attracts a funeral date
Who would think?
That the Bible Belt don’t make you a
Saint

Sunday dinner and lighting bugs
Excuse my Georgian
But that’s the dialect to earn respect
Without pulling a check
Church is mandatory
Like sugar in your tea
So don’t dare tell her
to be in the house by three
Unless yellow blankets
the ground like the sea
With humidity clinging to your skin
The devil playing the violin
Man summer is here again
Don’t except the sun to end
My fish fry on Sunday at church
To Monday pollen lingering like lurch
On Tuesday the honey suckles might bloom
Then on Wednesday we might **** on them all until Thursday when we fall cause Friday is here y’all so hit the mall
Since on Saturday kickbacks and house parties won’t delay
This is why the south is the most dangerous place to play
Miguel Carmona III
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Miguel Carmona III  28/M/Atlanta
(28/M/Atlanta)   
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