Tuesday, January 01, 2008
I Love Your Naps (Napturalicious Poem) by Kamal Imani
Loving Me Some Nappy Nappy Video just released!
Watch it here.
And guess what? I'm in the Video!
Her sweet kinky naps go back to electromagnetic cats from the land of the blacks where the sphinx naps her sweet kinky naps go back to electromagnetic cats from the land of the blacks where the sphinx naps
I need a Nappy Headed Diva!
In her I'm a believer
I get high off her like ganja
I'm her quarterback
She's my wide receiver
Forget what society thinks---------------------------------- Kamal on Myspace!.
She's a high achiever .
Thought I told you before yo
I'll never leave her
I had to hit her wit a friend request
A myspace link
When I heard her playing Lauren Hill
And saw her khemit kinks
She's a lavender flower
In a world that stinks
When she walks by like Ms. Sadey
That's a sophisticated southern lady
Even the devil winks
But 666 can't have her
Cause she'd rather
Have the kushite deity
And baby that be me
I ain't gon through struggles for nothing my struggles my initiation and when I saw her on the street there was no time wastin no procrastination Harlemite born, yo we don't play I stepped to her with no delay like "sweet Jesus can I touch the hem of your garment?"
And of course she laughed
As I asked for her business card
And her autograph
Some matrix type chicks would have walked pass but her dread type natural naps served as an antenna that detected this bredren right here was a winner
Cause her sweet naps go back to electromagnetic cats from the land of the blacks where the sphinx naps so as she walks the streets all she hears is raps like" yo, ma holla back, can a brother get some play?
Yo what's up wit that"
Cause brothers use to believe that light skin was in whether temp or perm or contract but never a double chocolate delicious diva with black naps I'll take either one I'll take them as they come all shades of the black spectrum those khemit kinks remind me of the African village tribe of shabazz 9 ether smoke incense and drums If those naps were a snack I'd keep them in my poetry back pack throw the seeds in a farm harvest them and get phat When I run my fingers through those naps it's nothing like that thoughts of our collective middle passage experience stringy hair, my Akashi fingers couldn't feel that your naps reveal that I love every square inch of your reflection which means I love being black.
Her sweet kinky naps go back to electromagnetic cats from the land of the blacks where the sphinx naps
Kamal Imani c 12/29/07 Shout Outs to Auset 999
Also check out, "ALL SHE REALLY WANTS IS LOVE" by kamal
The 2008 Tribute 2 Ms. Melanin Calender
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