Princess Blaq Poem by Vincent Onyeche

Have you ever had a moment
Where there seems to be a scent
Perfuming right in at your front
But the evil in you seem too faint
And then you suddenly become a saint
Liver and brain seem to fail but the eyes never blinks
A best definition for the enchantments...
I've stood opposite Angels along hells road
Been ran over by long blue buses that seem too old
Yet I didn't get to know her for I lost my bold
But in my mind, naming her was all I could hold
A song never sang, she was all to be told,
A type at seventy that would have no fold
A type all unhappy married men lack
Dark, so I named her Princess Blaq...
For she definitely looks like, the best God ever made.