Ode to Black Women

Ode to Black Women

I'm making a black woman cake cause I'm hungry as hell.
And the sweet tooth I have, only a sista can break the spell.
Let me reach into my spice rack to see what I can get.
To make a mix that will stick to my stomach you can bet.

2 cups of intelligence,
1 cup of sugar brown.
Cause she's got to be sweet,
mental, deep and sound.

Cinnamon is always good
to accent the taste.
A few cups of culture
so she's down for her race.

You see I won't bite into anything
That's not conscious of its own.
That's why I stick to chocolate.
And leave angel food alone.

I am adding butter
cause she must be smooth.
2 raisins for the dimples
will also be cool.

I must add eggs
so she can reproduce.
Can't leave her hanging
cause I like c***dren too!!

I think I'll add a little salt
to balance her out.
And a dominant profile
to show she has clout.
For a responsible woman
I'll throw in some yeast
So she'll swell with juices
when I'm ready to feast.

I'll add 7 cups of courage
and into the oven to bake.
Turn it to 360 degrees
To balance out her mental state.

Now that it's done brothas
I won't share her wealth
But I'm sharing the recipe
As I'm consuming this black woman
all by myself.