Black Medusa by: Izan Thompson
She's a god among many
With her swift toungue
Her independent success
Give you the vibe she was stung
Her low self esteem
Fueled by her curly serpents
Assimalation causes her to perm
And hide them on purpose
Her devious hips are no sin
Chin up chest high with her sweet dark skin
Stone-like, yes i am
But her love and beauty makes my heart soften
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