When I was little, I always thought I enjoyed the fine diversity of the world, I've given a liking to Asian women, Latina's, as yours truly is a border crossing enjoyer 🛣️ I've dated them, living in California, especially Southern, all I ever saw was Mexicans, pure brown like the beans my cousin Armando Guan Guadairez picks for the locals. Untill, I met this lovely woman one state away, a beautiful young lady with a caramel complexion, I was in love, we are long distance, or should I say, were.

The curls on the afro of this Mali goddess, it'd no wonder I was in hoops for her, the vintage way she dresses, a clear descendant of African queens.

On our first date, I needed to find a way to appeal to her the most, impress her in the best way, knowing she was a To Pimp a Butterfly person, I decided to study the great gospels of Kendrick Lamar, dissecting each line of songs such as "Blacker the berry" "institutionalized" "HiiPower" "Complexion"

With the vast knowledge collected from Kendrick, as the soft jazz played in the restraunt, I was filled with even more glee, jazz! Just like Kendrick Lamar's album!!! She sat down, I can tell by the look on her face she is bound to be astonished.

"Complexion, it don't mean a thang" I said, she looked in amazement at my statement, her breath taken away, she even asked "What?" For furthermore clarification, "shit don't change, if you don't get up and wash yo ass brotha" I told her Kendricks grandma told him that, "What the fuck does Kendrick have to do with me?" I was confused, I thought as a black woman, she would've known the cultural impact he's had on the culture, I so resorted to discussing more relatable topics, important questions to the table "Did you weep for Trayvon Martin? Would gangbanging make you kill a brotha blacker than you" She was shocked, taken aback by such amazing, critical questions, judging by my propeller hat, she was also quite turned on.