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Jul 2014
Black love that!
Why? Makes me cry, death passes by can make you sigh.
Don’t try, black is pride, makes you smile, love my blackness
God blessed, loving my hotness (meaning sexiness), my black skin, my black hair.
Why love Black? Don’t be afraid, your not a slave, no chattels, no chains, no master, no way!
Love your life, cherish your black skin, no bleaching low self esteem,
High cheekbones, **** curves know what I mean.
Be Black, Love That!
Written by
Sharlee  High Wycombe
(High Wycombe)   
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     Sharlee and Kaley Smith
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