African American who moved to kenya with her Somali husband

[MaliPrince]

MaliPrince,

Your majesty. I do beg your pardon. *slowly lifts my flowy, long train prada pink gown and retreats backwards*


*Stops, takes another deep bow and speak*


"Your majesty. I know my comments appear insensitive and mean, but they arise from a point of truth and subjective observation. Please forgive me if I have made any hurtful adoon joke on behest of your Mali-ness and person"



* Wiggles her eye brows, lifts her gown again, bows again and slowly retreats backwards with the most graceful, distinct precision of steps worthy of a born royal blood"

its the truth. only ugly people act like that.

[Basra-]

Maliprince

I admit there is an ugliness in me that I unleash online. But that is my right ma ha? Am I allowed to share it?

[Cherine]

Good decent folks they have accomplished something Basra will never able too, and that is to get a man and then a life and finally a purpose besides the cyber space and her mothers basemen pretending to be the black Jane Austin for the last 16 years, pathetic.

One of the few times I agree with you.

Basra & Tanker need to get lives asap.

[Basra-]

Beautiful like Cherry, and sweet hearted like no other,
rejects superficial fakery like Prada,
and embraces realness like a hug from a fellow brother.
and one imagines, if she bakes that- her bakery is sweet like velvet yonder,
and comments measured like wonder,
and in her eyes -speak lovely kind jovial serine,
so strong that none can put asunder,
so tempting, that upon meeting her, I salute.
and suddenly, my hate is not really absolute.
Softly I melt in her presence, slowly my love is absolute.
In that rough, judgmental jelly- I meet her serine.
How do you do Cherine?

[Basra-]

Wow.