#031 Jessica Care Moore, 1997

 BLACKGIRL JUICE

Maple syrup

In the morning

Brown Sugar that sweetens

Cinnamon twists in apple cider

Magic Black dust is inside her

Wheat bread with homemade spread

This juice goes straight to the head

Coffee without dairy cream

Any man's dream

Black cat That will bring you luck

Aphrodisiac you'd love to suck!

You wish! Black twisted licorice. 

Cooking black-eyed-peas.

Wearing black knee-high stockings

Black pumps. black hair. black dress.

black eyes.

This juice makes you wise

Allows the sun to shine

Black eagle. black butterfly.

Black tears she sometimes cries

But one sip and you'll believe

Braided hair natural cut or curly weave

Nails with acrylic tips, and wide-shaped hips

Most men fiend to hump her

Nails cut off she has a nice touch on her jumper.

Revolutionary waters she's your mother, 

auntie, sister-friend and daughter

You oughta recognize her eyes

She rolls them when she's mad and

she keeps her eyes wide open when she makes love

Cause she's bad to the BONE!

Blackgirl Juice is a nutritional boost

Bananas Strawberries and Melanin Nectar

No average man can affect her

Ingredients are Spicy-Mild-Sweet

Burns your tongue like an Jalapeno

Pepper steak with authentic chopsticks

First round draft pick. Black Afro Pic.

The one with the fist!

    Tight.

Deep.

Loose. 

 Have you ever tasted Black Girl Juice? 

You might want to pour some inside a jar 

let it linger on your top lip 

Take it on a trip 

 

Or dab small circles of it on your wrist ankles or ear

And if you're daring enough to ask...
I've got some Black Girl Juice
If you have an empty glass

written by Jessica Care Moore, The Words Don't Fit in my Mouth, 1997.