Some things ain’t for toys
Like an African beauty of joy.
Skin so smooth, not dark and not so fair
When she pass by, all man turn a hair.
Just like soft answers, turneth-
-Away wrath, she has this look that melts
All stones and ices in the hearts of men
Making sign language easy to learn.
Knowing her, troves are found
She walks as though, floor begs her to land
Her configuration is flawless
Her curves and her shape, perfects a dress.
When the day brings a hard nut
Picturing her giggling a lot
Inside my head, my troubles dissolves
And everyday I bless the lord.