Gian Smith.
“Mademoiselle Mabry.”
Mabry came to me on a plane,
easy….
Like she didn’t want me to know she was there,
Until she settled in.
The comparative of Slick
She’s got ta be black
I would have given her my heart on the spot
If she would have left it for me.
But she has this way of getting to you
Before you even knew she was in your bloodstream.
She sneaks in just the way she leaves
So you love her the same
From the first moment to the last.
Smooth and deliberate, midstream
Mabry makes you move your head
In a bobbleneck sway.
Always trying to catch her
Slow groove.
She’s got ta be black.
How can something so simple
Fill you so sufficiently?
Her mood swings are subtle
You don’t even notice them til they’re almost over.
Mid-relationship you think she’s going to change.
You realize that it was just a little Mabry
To keep you on your toes
And you fall back in line right where she wants you
Cause her beat has never changed.
She’s got ta be black.
Like some wonderful acid trip
Miss Mabry does it all.
She is the Music in your ears and your eyes.
On summer nights she will smooth you out.
She is the variety that reminds you there are some surprises left.
You taste her music on your tongue and
It seduces your brain.
She’s the stability that makes you want to settle down
In the dead of winter you cozy to her in bed.
She’s got ta be black.
But you can’t keep her
Cause she belongs to the world
And you don’t know whether you’re coming or going
Cause she sneaks in just the way she leaves.
Source
Smith, Gian. "Mademoiselle Mabry." Gian Smith Official Website. Web. 09 May 2014. <http:// giansmith.com/ blogs/ mademoiselle- mabry/>. Used by permission.