She has a name she is known by but

I call her Kayefi Osha

Because that’s what she is to me

A mysterious deity

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No one is perfect but she is near it

Her swaying hips, that speaks of a rich Yoruba heritage

Her moving hands, forever telling a story

Her laughing voice that reeks of kindness and innocence

And her eyes…

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Those bold beautiful brown eyes…

They captivate me

The way they light up when she speaks passionately

The way they twinkle when you sync with her

The way, they close when she soaks in music

The astounding color of a sleeping defiance

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A shade of brown that colors my destiny

I lose myself in her

When I look into them, we are entwined

We become a dance

We become a perfect song

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I don’t want to do this

I don’t want to sit here and worship her with my keyboard

I don’t want to admit to anything

I want to sit back and deny her existence

Or at least deny her importance

But I can’t and so I write

I write because it is necessary

This is my Ode to Brown Eyes.

Written by iAmNotAPerv

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