She

African and American.
As if the ancestors blew the roots of sun kissed Africa into her eyes,
Resounded through her thighs,
So she would glimmer amongst the dark skies.
See, shes so special tbat the sun gave her its rays so she could share that joy with the world on the days that it is hiding in the clouds.
It seems as if mother nature created her own competition,
Because she has a body like waves against the ocean,
Breasts like the forbidden fruit of eve,
And eyes that have been hand picked from the spectrum of the rainbow.
Pretty, a word not worthy of her dignity,
Beautiful, that's what she is to me.