Day Four: Hold That...(Stylin')

"Hold that head still!"
For Blue Magic smeared palms
Little cocoa head
Exhausted from ALL OUT WAR
Nodding away against freckled
Tear soaked thighs

She could always gauge the danger
Knew "ANSHARAYE"
Was different from "anshaaarraaaayyyyeeee!"
Knew whether or not to shut up, get down or come on
Its allll in the way she holds that "A"

It is in this way that I learned the Star Trek anthem
The refrain to my hair dreams
Sewn into my head

Hold that crown up
Let Mommy smile at you
Pour porcelain rays on you
Fueled by the crystal love reservoir in her heart

School days greeted Anni with
Warm sun rays dancing on
Her cherry almond jergens forehead
And her French Toast jumper

Afrosheened rows of
The purest Onyx threads
Lit by precious shell currency
Sealed by fruit of our rubber trees
Accented by two
Parallel and perfect
Spherical afro globes of wonder

Those curls hold quite well
The halo above you