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ANSWER, SHADY BELLE
Like the colour of my skin
Does he look foreign,
Love to eat rice and beans
Or wear blue jeans,
Love your dimple and chin
Or your royal look of a queen,
Defend you with Alekhine
Or the chess Alabin,
Love being with you in the kitchen
Or being kind and easily forgiven?
Just like I've always been,
What future has he foreseen?
If he has never been
Nor possess my gene,
Why cease being my ebony queen?
Why cease being my next of kin?
Why cease loving the colour of my skin?
You....You love of my gene
My love from teen, thirteen
Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen
And after leaving my heart's garden.
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