This beautiful black queen ascended from the street.

Abandoned by her junkie mother,

abandoned by a father who was smoke in the wind,

and abandoned by those who called her a sinner,

simply because she loved her young body

and the rhythms that rose to her hips.

She was called, ‘she-devil’ for not resisting the dance

that rose in her yoni, and the grind beat

that stirred her divine young ass.

Where she reigns, women are precious jewels

that Johns gang fuck then push out of seedy

motel rooms into the icy night without clothes,

without even forfeiting cash, for their ill-gotten pleasure.

Yet they could not break her, for she knew and loved her true self.

Her independent spirit shone through. She, an image of petite grace,

learned to kick balls and let no man steal her pride,

or behold her invincible soul.

This black goddess looks the world in the eye and cries,

“I am free, free in my body, free in my mind.

Money for my yoni, is money

well spent, and I have no time for regrets.

I’ve got a chain of diamonds around my pretty neck!”

Make no mistake; she is the sovereign of sex.

She holds her chocolate tipped breasts

inches of from his open lips, and then in an instant

draws his eyes to her rippling hips, and he knows

he’s in over his head, and under the spell of a river queen,

and when she mounts him, he gasps for air,

his hands clinging to her flawless ass, floundering

in a river of pleasure he will never forget.

Her body holds a gentle sweetness

that most men would never guess,

and they can never own her,

for she is self-possessed. 

When the hustle queen dances,

all rivers sound in her black body,

and trumpets shake the sky,

let those who truly see her,

bow down in praise

of the laughter in her brown eyes.