The eyes are able...
If perpetual was pitiful;
Would I be useful?
If habitual was habitable;
Would the desire be palatable?
Life should be desirable.
Untaimable;
But very attainable.
Am I capable?
Can my theories be probable?
Solvable?
Provable?
Unmovable?
Unshakeable?
My able is in my eyes...
Solidified.
Idolized.
Marginalized.
Scrutinized.
Hell, even victimized!
The Black woman lusted for the thickness in her thighs.
The Black man forever terrorized.
"Ode To Black Poets" My Black Queen writes;
A reminder to society the basic of human rights.


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