There once was a girl; a little, fine girl.
Who played and laughed and cried and smiled,
She was happy, very happy but for a short while.
The girl loved the colours of the earth,
Her eye’s had been readily open to absorb them since birth.
Her skin smooth like firmly ground cocoa powder,
She was beauty, all who looked were stunned
Her ebony loops, softly growing to the heavens with such power.
 She was the daughter of grace, the daughter of pride,
She would have made a man so lucky to have her for a bride.
And she was a bride, but slowly the girl’s joy turned into a haze
And soon after that, the girl got into sickly daze,
This happy, healthy child was slipping, passing away.
The chocolate of her skin was losing its glow
As the banana’s got riper, her raven sheen matted day by day.
And when the joyful soul left the little body
They all cried, ‘If only she hadn’t died’
The girl was her family’s gold, and at a tender age cold;
So now, that she’s trapped in the eternal black,
The groom’s family demands their money back.
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