When falling in love with a black boy do not lift finger or pressure for him to become a diamond
Do not forget that a coal mine does not yet house girls best friend so you must find it in him
When falling in love with a black boy do not loose your head in the clouds he strives so hard to entrap you in
Trap music doesn't define who's bed you've been in
Remember your Queendom
You were crowned before him not at the same time as him
You will not find an equilibrium between who he thought you were and who you thought he thought he married
Embrace his betrayal like you embraced his courtship
Lips curved upward, chin tilted forward, chest protruding outward
As if not even God himself could strike you down from yor high
A real King doesn't sacrifice his Queen, he propels her
And if he doesn't, than he was never your king in the first place
First place is not rewarded to the bitch with less melanin just because she checked your pawn
There are seven more lined up just like him
With equal potential to someday take claim of your Queendom as if it somehow belonged to him
Leeches are not hard to find simply hard to rid yourself of
Be careful not to contract one who resembles a tall drink of vodka cloaked in a water bottle
When falling in love with a black boy do not concede to deceit
Remember You are not the lesser choice, smaller woman, background dancer
Do not hold yourself to the standards of the side hoe baby mama
You are the mother of his child, monarch of his heart, choreographer of his brain
Snap your spine back straight and stiffen up your neck
Tie your sorrows to your hips and carry them gracefully
Palm fairy dust into the balls of your feet
Tap dance on storm clouds and tango with angels
And if He has something to say, tongue kiss Jesus with the same mouth He placed duct tape over and shoot him with a well armed smile
Annihilate him with your happiness while he drowns in his bitterness
Write him songs about rainbows sans pots of gold and beats with no drops
Leave him waiting on forever
Ship the lyrics of your diamond in crusted heart to his studio and address them to the cubic zirconium that once fooled you into believing in faux words and expectations
Become a lyrical wiz.
Sign them with a Rose.