Poem to the light-skinned ones, we ain't forgot about 'cha.

Mocha

Ode to he
that light-skinned brother he
is smooth like beige butter.
His energy is beautifully soaring through the air as his love consumes me.

He exfoliates my desire joyfully
and feeds me his sensuality openly.

His light fulfills me instantly.

I love just the syrupy way he smooths me out...

Ode to he
that light-skinned brother he
is sharp looking like my boy, Will Smith all tall looking like a creamy drink or shining beautiful eyes like Shang.

The color of he...ranges from light mauve to beige and he will be recognized for his sensitivity.

He filtrates my system with unspoken devotions from his heart to mind.

Strong like a wild river raging his mind is constantly in rotations as he plans his future.

Ode to he that light-skinned brother
whether in New York, Chicago, Washington, or any other town.

Don't worry, we love you just the way you are.

So keep your flow, keep injecting us with your beautiful vibes, and know that you are wonderful just the way you are.

(c) 2003 Mocha Sistah