The guy beside me,
His eyes are so mean,
When he looks at me,
His teeth shine like the sun,
He lightens the darkness,
And he moons at night.
The girl beside me,
She’s light in compression,
Grins delightfully like a princess,
Her eyes have a bit of grit,
She walks sashay making every head swing,
She’s strong and optimistic as if she speaks Greek.
The guy beside me,
His Melanin is so dark,
His future is so bright,
Like the headlights lens,
His voice so low and strange,
And moves like a tortoise,
With no noise.
The girl beside me,
She’s dangerous,
Every guy takes her serious,
Because her beauty is too sharp and shinny like a sword,
Penetrating every heart in a cell,
Am afraid, but I like her being a friend,
And above all she’s pious.