I promise you that I’m down,Sista,and I’ll bring more brothas around,Sista. Not later on, but right now,Sista,and they’ll be ready for a Right NowSista.  Because I see you and my eyes weep.My eyes see you and I can’t speakof that brown skin. You know I love that brown skinthat India.Arie spoke of. That brown skinnothing else more abovethat brown skin. A sweet melanin poppin’,that no one is stoppin’ as life nourishes you to me,I love my sistas irrevocably. To caress between your kneesthat’s not at all what I mean, for I have me a Black Queen,and my mother’s a mature dark seenas none other than a supreme being. My goal is to simply showsomething that you may never knowbecause it’s never shown on the shows: You are a Queen Bee,No,you are the Queen Bee. A purple crown goes ‘roundand ‘round above your stormof clouds and rain and sunshinethat strains the body againand again, but this youthful dark brotha is here for you.In fact,I’ve never killed before,but I’d kill for youbecause that’s how strong my will’s for you. Your beauty is worth more than pure gold,Sista,and I know by looking at that brown that shows,Sista. Photo By Ralvell Rogers II