She stood there so conserved, sipping her cherry wine
That red dress hugging her countour, highlighting every line
So crisp, so flawless, so beautiful; she was the vision of a masterpiece
and she wore this expression on her face, hinting that she was at peace
Her eyes searched the room lazily, in secret anticipation
Hoping she’d find a pair of eyes that would engage her in conversation
and seduce her, just by the deepness in his eyes
then walking towards her like a champion about to claim his prize
If only she wasn’t cultured to search for love in ‘light’ places
If only she’d look pass these those rolex wrists and caucasion faces
and see a ‘nigga’ that would give her a wealth of love and affection
if only she’d give me a fair chance irrespective of my complexion
We live in a world where our society must approve the ones we love
Gone are the days when this power belonged to the Most High above
Will there ever be a day when she’d give my kind a chance?
M’lady, when will you do me the honor of having this dance?…..