in·flu·ence noun \ˈin-ˌflü-ən(t)s : the power to change or affect someone or something : the power to cause changes without directly forcing them to happen
Tuesday, November 22, 2016
Miss Black America
Miss Black America
Can I talk to you?
Tell me where you're going
Can I walk with you?
It appears this cold world has been hard on you
Let me soften you
No matter how often
Or how little
Let me be a wall for you
To protect you from intruders
And Misusers
The Liars and abusers
I'll be your shield as you maneuver
Your slave baby, just use me
Miss Black America
Can you excuse my plans
Erotic at times
Maybe you should tie my hands
Maybe you should punish me
Let my portal be your pedestal
Your rhythmic waist movements is a love potion
The curve of your hips never go unnoticed
The delicacy of your lips often mimic the deepest ocean
Chocolate syrup between your 9 to 5
Like its my job to clock in between your supple thighs
Miss Black America
How dare anyone neglect your intellect
So much knowledge between the perimeters
East and west
Those perimeters provide you tools to absorb the sounds
I'm speaking of your brain
And how its filled with the Paramount
Of Pictures, the true vision of the creator
You were pulled from the rib of man
Your touch so seductive
So much power lie in the palm of your hands
So much peace you can bring to the perfect man
So much balance you bring
The only star I wish to understand
Miss Black America
Love of my life, Miss Black America
I wish I could get lost in your heart
That love is what we lack, America
That Pain you've survived for being Miss Black America
I know it's a lot
But it makes you the love of my life
Miss Black America
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