black girls look like precious metals.
Some black girls glow like rich copper,
and some, like brass,
and some, like bronze,
and some, like gold.
I find it all intriguing:
the various styles of their hair,
the haughtiness in their stares,
the colours on their lips,
the excitement in their speech,
the fierceness of their strides,
the way they sit like royal highnesses,
The love is requited:
the sun loves the black girl
and the black girl loves the sun.
black girls are a wonder.