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Reveries of a Jamaican Woman
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Poems of a Liberty City Native
She is a national beauty of Montego Bay,
With ebony skin and dark brown eyes;
A lady who moves as she dances to raggae,
From her bosom to the jiggle in her thighs.
She has the perfect ach in her back,
And a low shaved head slightly bald;
Breasts that keep the D cups packed,
And posterior that keeps me appalled.
For a woman who recently reached thirty,
She has going on and putting it down,
Where I still have to prove myself worthy,
Just to chase her like a bloodhound.
Patwah fluent women stupefy always,
But her slim waist and tender touch
Are things so hard resist without a chase,
Because I am yearning to feel it so much.
Irie, she has ideal figure and tone,
She has the money, house, and life,
But she has all glitz and glamor alone,
Because she is not that Raz Tafarie's wife.
