When Falling In Love With A Black Boy

When falling in love with a black boy do not lift finger or pressure for him to become a diamond Do not forget that a coal mine does not yet house girls best friend so you must find it in him When falling in love with a black boy do not loose your head in the clouds he strives so hard to entrap you in Trap music doesn't define who's bed you've been in Remember your Queendom You were crowned before him not at the same time as him You will not find an equilibrium between who he thought you were and who you thought he thought he married Embrace his betrayal like you embraced his courtship Lips curved upward, chin tilted forward, chest protruding outward As if not even God himself could strike you down from yor high A real King doesn't sacrifice his Queen, he propels her And if he doesn't, than he was never your king in the first place First place is not rewarded to the bitch with less melanin just because she checked your pawn There are seven more lined up just like him With equal potential to someday take claim of your Queendom as if it somehow belonged to him Leeches are not hard to find simply hard to rid yourself of Be careful not to contract one who resembles a tall drink of vodka cloaked in a water bottle When falling in love with a black boy do not concede to deceit Remember You are not the lesser choice, smaller woman, background dancer Do not hold yourself to the standards of the side hoe baby mama You are the mother of his child, monarch of his heart, choreographer of his brain Snap your spine back straight and stiffen up your neck Tie your sorrows to your hips and carry them gracefully Palm fairy dust into the balls of your feet Tap dance on storm clouds and tango with angels And if He has something to say, tongue kiss Jesus with the same mouth He placed duct tape over and shoot him with a well armed smile Annihilate him with your happiness while he drowns in his bitterness Write him songs about rainbows sans pots of gold and beats with no drops Leave him waiting on forever Ship the lyrics of your diamond in crusted heart to his studio and address them to the cubic zirconium that once fooled you into believing in faux words and expectations Become a lyrical wiz. Sign them with a Rose.