As always you, soigné and beautiful
Refuse to look my way when passing by
It's cool. Your distance is excusable
My witchy fingers reach, stretch, bold and wise
I am not frequently so yell and grab
I know better than you how time does fly
Attention is work I labor in lab
All this work. I could fail, breakdown and cry
Love is a game I jump into and play
I twist 'bout my feet and spread open hands
All in or nothing is only the way
Left foot then right foot I go 'bout this dance
Loves me. Loves me not. Then loves me again
He will or he won't. Who knows with these men?
Black ass poems. Black ass stories. Black ass art. Black ass life. Black ass love. Black ass hate. Black ass parenting. Black ass depression. Black ass mania. And other stuff too.
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