Oh lord, Oh lord...mmmm,hmmm...
My Pearl was Bittersweet Brown in the summertime, mama used to say.
That's why i took her name...my skin is bitter sweet too.Blessed be
that queen who bestowed to me her heavenly, almond eyes as well. "Eyes
that can reveal the truth of any liar, cheat, and thief, she used to say. On
Summer sunset's balcony I would sit indianstyle snapping my fingers to
the only man allowed to sing to Pearl while she began to stretch the
wretched naps calm from my head...Frank Sinatra. Yeah, Pearl had to have her
Frank. Incense blowing, candles wax dripping, the back faucet
triclklin'. I wince, and she combs, I wince, and she pulls again
focusing on tightening cornrolls and greasin my scalp with Blue
Bergamont.Delicately her fingers intertwine chaos into control and when the
artist is done she rewards herself with a tall glass of cool Ginger lemon.
My Pearl was bittersweet.

 
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