King
To my Black King I just wish u could see what I seeThe strength of an Ox calamity of the sea Sunkissed brownskin so sweetWhat a delectable treat My King Made in Gods image is heMy KingRugged hands as rough as dirt ideal for labor Smooth fingertips made to caress the highly favored His QueenThe irony that god sent me as his Queen With a heart made to rule but a tongue meant to seize U see as the queen I know my purpose is he, that without my King my existence would not be My duties revolve around the evolution of man By his side forever I'll stand Long Live the King