Author: Dolisha DeVonne

All I ever needed was a blank page

The only thing I would use to express my rage

When I was angry with the world

And no one would understand

All I needed was this pen in my hand

All I needed was a blank space

Whenever I looked at my face

And tried my hardest to love what the mirror showed me

This pen and pad was all I had to hold me

When it seemed life around me was folding

It was on a blank I envisioned my dreams,

Like the first time I fell in love at age 16

And I wrote what I thought I knew was love; singing about “forever” and “angels from above.”

My first heartbreak taught me to write the word, “sorrow.”

And when I was down on my luck, I’d write God for some faith to borrow

My confidence with my words would eventually grow with my vision

And whether I made good or bad decisions,

My words have become my best way out

Telling the truth of what my story is about

Where my pad is my canvas, my pen is the brush

My lyrics allow you to see the light in everything I touch

Whether I enlighten a corner of your mind, or steal a piece of your soul,

Only my words would know.

Every morning as I’m getting ready, I purposely leave the bathroom door open for him to see,

I love to turn around and catch him staring at me,

From the way I style my hair, to the red shade I glide across my lips,

The rise of breast in my black bra, or how my panties fit so well around my hips

A simply morning routine that causes him to stare and admire,

(And he wonders why I take at least and an hour),

I turn my ass his favorite angle, just to make sure he can see,

And while he gazes I let his imagination run free,

He never admits exactly what he’s thinking, but I sure do love the look in his eyes

As he moves them down slowly, watching my brown legs and thighs,

It definitely makes it harder to start my day, 

Knowing all I want to do is lie next to him all day,

But for now, I guess I can be satisfied as he stares from across the room,

But I’ll be home soon.

I consider myself Queen among many things,

My brown skin, my dark hair, my gold, hoop earrings,

My loud mouth, my big voice, my full round lips,

My brown eyes, these huge thighs, my round breast and hips,

I consider myself Queen among many things,

You’d have to admit, you never seen such a beautiful being,

The essence of dark beauty, God’s blessed and marvelous creature,

More complex and mysterious beyond my physical features,

I am the temperate soul of your grandmother,

The loveliness of your mother,

The sassy attitude of your sister,

And the passion of a devoted lover,

The most intimidating figure, with peasants that mock my style,

Wishing they possessed a melanin so golden brown,

I consider myself Queen among many things,

I can hypnotize your mind in the way my hips swing,

The taste of my lips will make you remember every tender kiss,

And if I leave you alone for more than a moment, it is my love you will reminisce,

I know what you’re thinking, “She thinks way too much of herself,”

“Who is she to think she is above everyone else?”

When I came to realize my worth is bigger than your expectations,

I broke all barriers and showed the world my greatness,

My stance remains sturdy, without a single doubt,

I giving no living soul the authority to take my crown,

So when you approach me, bow down and give respect,

Or the Queen will have your neck.