She glows, she is the shows, for her, black beauty is a path
A path as she walks through, you could see the part
The beauty of a black proud woman, a woman with a story to tell.
A story so deep beep beep her phone rings
She picks, a voice comes through “black beauty’ black, brown
And hot chocolate the voice said and she smiles, blushing all over
She replied with so much joy “yes I am black and beautiful
I am here to serve my country with my beauty as a model
I am a full portrait of a black woman; I pose in my pink posh
For the camera to snap and then I get the paper after with treat
I walk on the red carpet and get those snaps and claps
She flows she goes, just like the winter and summer
With a beauty of an angel, with a skin from coco butter
A smile of a new born child, because she is the deity of love
Venus is her house, she respect her roots, her blackness
And her culture her heart tiled with so much ascent
Her hips curved into a perfect shape of definition, her hair
Dark and long enough to cover her private part, her breast
Is like the space ship every man dreams to ride on
Black beauty is her degree
She swims in the ocean of beauty, the beauty is the ocean
And she is the beauty; the black in between is her direction
And her image, her culture and her roots all these indication
A path as she walks through, you could see the part
The beauty of a black proud woman, a woman with a story to tell.
A story so deep beep beep her phone rings
She picks, a voice comes through “black beauty’ black, brown
And hot chocolate the voice said and she smiles, blushing all over
She replied with so much joy “yes I am black and beautiful
I am here to serve my country with my beauty as a model
I am a full portrait of a black woman; I pose in my pink posh
For the camera to snap and then I get the paper after with treat
I walk on the red carpet and get those snaps and claps
She flows she goes, just like the winter and summer
With a beauty of an angel, with a skin from coco butter
A smile of a new born child, because she is the deity of love
Venus is her house, she respect her roots, her blackness
And her culture her heart tiled with so much ascent
Her hips curved into a perfect shape of definition, her hair
Dark and long enough to cover her private part, her breast
Is like the space ship every man dreams to ride on
Black beauty is her degree
She swims in the ocean of beauty, the beauty is the ocean
And she is the beauty; the black in between is her direction
And her image, her culture and her roots all these indication
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