For A White Girl I Got Curves
Every time I looked at him he was staring right back, like he had been
waiting all day just to lock peepers with me. I turned my back to him, but I
could feel his eyes, like cyclops or superman shooting a hot red laser into the
back of my skull, well my butt to be exact, I know how black men like curves
and for a white girl, I got curves. but It made me itch to have this thug
looking at me, staring at me.
Arnett Hartwell hits the nail on the head with this short but sweet thinker.
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