I am king skinned Earth wind and fire brewed in one tanned skin That she taught me to sing and sing and sing Loud enough to reach gods ear before those rotten insecurities do With a mouth played instrument passed down a line of great lips A taste of the bibliography will have you wanting more of the rich history Written in cheap diary With slave colored calligraphy It’s all me. Sketched by the powers of Picasso The mirrored image of Celine The spice, Oh how feisty I took after a queen A flavored woman So slick with language That could melt belt buckles And cause suns to skip curfew The grandeur of her tongue Can make words sound like classic Luther Vandross playing the background of reality. She tainted in what white skin didn’t want their children to befriend in Owned hips the size of midnight The beauty of sunset Her wonderland A destination like Narnia A place Where gold and silver lie Treasured in the in between of every walk and twitch Pause and tick Walk so sick. And a sharp razor blade curve for smile The way she can cut and bruise Cut and use so nicely a tool that have men envy moons and Write love letters in cursive And live day in fresh snow She is art. Every inch of her authentic bones is a hidden king piece found on the inner layer of her checker plated skin The palm prints of God almighty stains beautifully Wonderfully Captivating every sea that fights it way against her shore And I, I look like this woman I look like her blood inside her bedroom Her hair up in its best laid curls Her god The same one that marks my body too Things I took from this woman Eyes Made in the red sands of Haiti Yet resembles the pedals of Asia Deep like the history that wasn’t deep enough to come lay with Her hands For how the whole world found home in them As the list can write itself longer She gave me this King skin that she taught me to sing in She gave me this King skin That she taught me to sing and sing and sing in.