Rashidah Ali: A Sight For Sore Eyes…

Posted: November 19, 2014 in Uncategorized

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Rashidah “Rah” Ali—This Woman Looks ALL THAT & A Bag Of Chips!

Hot Damn Rashidah!
You sure are one hell of a diva!
Cutting your competition off like a meat cleaver
You’ve got those jealous whores gnawing at you like a beaver
Just kiss goodbye to the non-believers and the under-achievers
You’ve got that golden glow about you like a Golden Retriever
Looking at you on Love and Hip-Hop NY makes me a really happy geezer
Keeping me chilled like my beers in a freezer
Which is ironic because I’m sweating underneath my wifebeater!
All the guys are hooked on you like a bunch of druggies to a dealer
Simply because your body is a teaser
It’s hot in here so let me take off my coat
Because you’ve definitely rocked my boat
And at the same time you’ve definitely floated my boat
I’m popping off the rails like my name’s Raoul Moat
It’s so obvious that you totally blow me away
To the point that I’m just swanning astray
Thirsty-ass men want to drop the anchor in your Vaginal Bay
Listening to that line— I wouldn’t know what to say
Other than the fact that those guys sound cray-cray
It’s safe to say that you have the glamour of Beyoncé and Jay
Like J.Lo I just want you to play
Your sassiness makes the other women look as boring as curds and whey
Your whole presence however reminds me of those girls that are around the way
The type of woman that’ll hide their emotional scars and stories like The Fray
I’m sure you know that you stop hot-blooded males from feeling grey
Let me be the one to tell you that you’ve got nice eyes and lips
As well as nice thighs and hips
You’ve got me wanting to stuff my face with pies and chips
When you’re walking by— you’ll see all the hot-blooded guys eclipse!
I am in total awe of you
The type of awe that keeps me stuck on you like glue
In the words of Spandau Ballet— this much is true
Damn woman if only you knew!
That if I was your man— I would have been one hell of a boo!
Not a bug-a-boo
And not another boo
But a romantic man that shows that he’s in love with you
Catching feelings for you like I’ve caught the flu
Oblivious to the point of not having a clue
Oh my goodness you are as tasty as a plate of Chicken Gordon Bleu
I’m just beyond crazy about your picturesque body and the view
No need to ask that the other guys would acquiesce too!
They’ve got the Alicia Keys thing going on as they’re totally feeling you
All the guys worldwide recognize that you are a badass
You are the Mrs. I’m-Too-Good-For-My-Black-Ass
The one that can’t stomach you— they’re nothing more than a jackass
I call those type of people a “WhackAss”
It is safe to admit that you’ve made me a huge fan
With a healthy-ass body with the goodness of Kellogg’s All-Bran
You’ve also got a queue of men just dying to be your man
I suppose it’s all part of their plan
To whisk you off to St. Tropez and catch a tan
Trying to make you feel like Alice in their very own wonderland
With the beauty and presence of the women from the Motherland
In regards to you and your badass self! There’s nothing more to understand
With a body like yours, it’s obvious that you’ll get love from one man to another man!
Loads of girls are going to hate you
Jealous women are going to slate you
And I suppose the few non-believers are going to do their best to berate you
Don’t let that shit faze you
You are that type of woman 
That makes the plain Jane type of woman look woollen
You make them look as boring as hell to the point of them being wooden
You’re one of the few women to bring me down to my knees 
Because looking at you right now— you are what I call a damn good tease
Better than Demi Moore’s Striptease
With more sex appeal than Dita von Teese
I’m going yellow like a piece of Leerdammer cheese
The way your frame walks past me like a piece of cool breeze
Tickling every inch of my fancy to the point of me wanting to sneeze
And now my soldier has gone to a freeze
You’ve got me on a high as if I was smoking trees
Whereas the others are going green like mushy peas
Miss Rashidah Ali
True to the surname— you really are a knockout like Muhammad Ali
You really do knock me out like Tatyana Ali

Copyright © 2014 René Olivierre all rights reserved (Taken from the book “The Olivierrean Experience”) written by René Olivierre and published by The Olivierrean Experience (T.O.E.)

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