our girl basquiat, darling enfant terrible -

forever the people’s princess

rosewood ebony
our girl basquiat,
darling enfant terrible -
forever the people’s princess

Give me control over he who shapes the music

of a nation, and I care not who makes the laws.
Napoleon

amma birago for ohemaa ebony

 our girl basquiat, darling enfant terrible -
forever the people’s princess

girl basquiat -
- young blood, young gun - signature, non synthetic, woodsmoke,
glowing rosewood dark, full throttle, way out, free, loose canon,
show me your motion - mellow yellow ripe brown girl in the ring,
show me your motion - vocals matter-of-factly, a laid-back thing.

enfant terrible -
- to you, to you, you, you alone, to you,
silver red-blooded colt, burgundy and much too much
this too much innocent yet knowing and tongue-in-cheek you -
too much too much - much too much of an old soul, rosewood,
you pretty young thing, you - the people's princess, you

burlesque au naturel, wantonly steaming vocals dark chocolate

fromage fondu, girl basquait, decked thickly magnum caramel
flower arrays of brooches of vanilla loud hibiscus in thick crown
of rosewood coppery mesh, also garland of long filings of bronze -
you - so very rosewood and ebony, so very the people's princess.

twenty teen going on twenty seven -

there you go, there you go, there you go straddling the moon,
horsey ride the moon, at plain noon, your a final grandstand,
mind-blowing, too grand, too grown, and by god, too much -
unreachable by dreamers and veterans alike, this final one,
new heights, sparkly silvery red, robust, pearly white

amma birago for ohemaa ebony

 our girl basquiat, darling enfant terrible -
forever the people’s princess

through pearly gates fellowship high up in the sky,

see you commune tall champagne flutes with joplin,
you guitar diamond strong acoustics gigs with hendrix,
brown girl in the ring yodeling night blue sahelian fulani
bambara melodies, friends with houston and winehouse

you, rosewood and ebony you -

girl basquiat, darling enfant terrible, you -
twenty teen going on twenty seven - high up in the sky
in silvery ballgown tutu borne aloft, while here we fall for you,
time and again, all over again, we fall apart, we fall to pieces -

forever the people’s princess,

worldwide your palanquin hydrogen balloon drifts away -
we write your name in the book of life, you the love of our life,
and to no end nor silver lining our pain and sorrow stay.

amma birago for ohemaa ebony