She was gorgeous in her way
She was a caramel bouquet.
And for this, I knew not why
But she was prettier than I.
And the boys knew of this too
But she seemed not to have a clue
Like she knew not of her face
And so I asked her what’s her case.
“Do you think of yourself fair?”
“Do you not see the way they stare?”
“Do you know what I would do?”
“If I was beautiful like you”
She said, “Beautiful like me?”
“Are you not seeing what I see?”
She said “Girl you take that back”
“You are the perfect shade of black”