Brown Goddess
By: Ronnie Sidney a.k.a Jeff Sticks
December 2002


This was written about this female that I caught feelings for but it goes to all the beautiful sistahs out there, Jeff loves ya. 

Brown Sistah, 
divine sent, 
even got God hell bent. 
Knowing that his angels descent, 
would cause heavens to repent. 
Nubian Goddess of recent, 
Ooh girl you make me weaken. 
Brown skin, Brown hair, 
Brown Sugar deserves to be eaten. 
Got me looking past your looks, 
Into an intelligent realm unknown to mankind. 
I know predestination placed you in my presence, 
So our two souls could intertwine. 
Oh, Let me rewind, 
I wanna hit it from the behind. 
If the chase defines the hunt, 
than I wanna over pursue this feline. 
Sweep you off your feet, 
Call you sweets, smooch in streets. 
Put Between the Sheets on repeat, 
nothing but heat until you peak. 
Ooppps, No need for Tweet, 
Baby i'm where you need to be. 
God took that rib from Adam, 
so man could see his reflection in Eve 
Writing eternal scriptures, 
off some spirtual thoughts and pictures. 
But I couldn't find a word to depict cha, 
Except the ones I created of mixture. 
Lady-Egypt kind of fit ya, 
because you are the unique and orginal sista. 
Ebony-Essential to my mental, 
and the Infatuating-Infector of loves texture. 
Can I be your protectorer, 
lecturer and respector. 
Intangibles put forth with effort, 
outweigh any monetary measures. 
I can't offer you material wealth, 
because i'm in search for spiritual self. 
I want fraternity throughout enternity, 
to transcend beyond sickness and health. 
Thats word. 
At one time I was a nerd for Iceburg. 
I use to think those mink furs, 
defined man and all his worth. 
You can say it was low self-esteem, 
or an exaggerated street dream wit perks. 
But it felt good blowing that paycheck, 
When it was your only incentive to work. 
During my soul search, 
I realized that only love subverts the hurt. 
And that what you share with the one, 
means more anything on this Earth. 
Sistah, I come to you as who I am, 
With blood and brains scribbled in pen. 
To you I dedicate this hymn, 
that predicates through skin. 
My thoughts virtually have no end, 
but I ask that you except me as a friend. 
And honor the time we spend, 
Because to me you're presence is blessing. 
You are truly a Brown Goddess, 
who reflects light upon the Godless. 
And since black man is God, 
We can share a throne in the cosmics. 
Snicker over the big dipper, 
Standing nude late June on Jupiters moon. 
As we dance the night away to the Cosmos, 
I whisper "Baby their playing our tune."