• laaridaniel 6w


    I was not of myself,
    So I asked herself.
    "Who is this swarthy skin,
    Smiling at me within?"
    She said, "I am Fatima,
    From Africa."
    Truly, her blood tasted pure,
    With her heart demure.
    She bowed before me,
    But I did disagree.
    She said, "here in Africa women
    Respect men"
    Then, I realized Africa is 'Fatimas'
    With no class.
    I made an advance,
    And she gave me a chance.
    I took her home,
    And she built my home like Rome.

    Written by: Jacob Daniel Laari