In The Arms Of Midnight ... By Jafar Alam

Chocolate girl

Your hair looks
Un-beweaveable

Don't give up on tomorrow
It's already praisin'
Today

You aint a regular
Earth dweller

Sweet heart
There's only one caste system ...
That's the human race

And Karma

She's a trip

She's got their names
In her book

You deserve a love
That makes you a priority
Not an option hun

Don't run away from your problems
Lest you start avoiding mirrors

Chocolate girl

You're the realist fairytale

Don't try explaining yourself
To them

How you explain sunshine
To a blind man?

You are the joy of the world

Yeeeeup!

So act like it

Gwan!
Gwan!

Don't be some fool
Baby mama

Boilin' milk over a stove
With lost dreams

These boys
These days

They be fallin' in love
Without love

Don't be so consumed
With the world around you
That you neglect the world
Within you

Start your journey

If they ask for you

Tell em

They can find you
Waiting in the dimple of a moon
In the arms of midnight

Dancing
To the whistle

Of the wind (c)

(Almond Eyes Hears The Dove's Cries, pg. 17)