Her vanilla coated skin turned bright red as she consumed my nubian greatness
She quietly admired my exuberant presence as I sat across from her
My demeanor so classy, so confident, so sure...
She wanted to hate me
But her desire to be me over rid any disdain against me
I could hear her heart cry, "oh plain me"
I finally caught her gaze but she was to captivated to notice
I imagine she quickly dreamed what it would be like to be me
What it would be like to model this kinky crown
What it would be like to have thunder roll from her with every step she took
What it would be like to sit upon a caramel cloud
She wondered
Until I snatched her from her self loathing thoughts with my pageant wave and said, "hey! Did you know that you're beautiful. Did you know that you were precious? Did you know that you too were created in the image of God? Did you know He was waiting for you to love the you He created? We are so different. But we are both so great. Not because I'm caramel and your vanilla but because we go great together...my sister..."
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