Black Medusa by: Izan Thompson

She's a god among many

With her swift toungue

Her independent success

Give you the vibe she was stung

Her low self esteem

Fueled by her curly serpents

Assimalation causes her to perm

And hide them on purpose

Her devious hips are no sin

Chin up chest high with her sweet dark skin

Stone-like, yes i am 

But her love and beauty makes my heart soften

 

 

This poem is about: 
My family
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Izanthompson

what can be added to make this better.

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