Afro-baby
I looked in her eyes and I got lost
Two roads
Left or right
Being pulled into her afro-beat
Oh afro-baby
The way you move makes me
Want to beat your drums
Beat my drums
Heartbeating faster and faster
Touch me with your
Subtle look,
Your subtle whip of the hair
And the daze sweeps over me
As if your afro-soul
Was stroking my inner thigh
Oh Afro-baby
The way you move makes me
Want to beat your drums
Beat my drums
I look at you like you want to be loved
You look right pass me
Walk right into me
Scared to notice me
Asking me to not notice you,
As if your afro-hair
Is hard to ignore
Oh Afro-baby
The way you move makes me
Want to be beat your drums
Beat my drums.
Let me move with you
Hold your waist and feel you rotate
Pull you closer
And feel you gyrate
Can you feel my hands?
Made from authentic black skin
A real woman
Oh Afro-baby
Let me be your soul
The beat you dance to
The movement that you want
The only passion that you know
Oh Afro-baby
Let me blow your mind,
Dance to my afro-beat
As I run my fingers through your afro-hair
Teaching you about my afrocentricity
Arch your back
And let me feel your afro-soul.
Labels: africa, Afro-beat, afrocentricity, lgbt, poetry


