Ms. Melanin

by Kamal Imani

Black like Alec Wek, exotic like Grace Jones, 
Ethereal like african slave bones, 
like Maat on her throne, 
when you was little they use to laugh at your skin tone 
but I...begged their pardons 
and scouped you up like chocolate ice cream from Baskin Robbins. 
I had home training, I knew better, so I'm fortunate to have you girl 
and I love to come into your black world.

Your black hole of soul.
to ascend with you to heaven is my ultimate goal.
I love the way we unfold through life.
The way in the midst of hell we create a paradise.

They all said you was mean, but I knew I'd find the nice, 
brown sugar and jerk spice, you my dumplins in my beans and rice.  
For you I'll make that sacrifice.

Let's chill...Let's settle down.
We don't have to go mainstream, we can keep it underground.

It's up to you.
You're my heaven.

I love you.

Ms. Melanin.

You my sugarpuss, my honeysuckle, my gingerspice, 
my hot sauce on those beans and rice, 
You're my first love, cause I forgot all the rest.

You're my old lady and my baby, sister your the best.

You're my staunch defender, you always got my back, and baby you got back.

You taste like beef ribs, you taste like beef ribs with hot sauce.
And you paid the cost to be the boss, but we'll share this throne.

I like the way you make my shower sing and my bed moan, 
and you don't have to worry, I'll never leave you alone.

Your my best friend to the end.
I love you.
Ms. Melanin!

Ms. Melanin by Kamal Imani

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