Clearly I am not a fat ass.
I am act of brain,
And lip smacking, peach deep..
Sometimes too aggressive in its honesty;
And heart? sweet, that loves wholely and completely.
Whom it may choose, whomever it may choose,
I am not gonna lie, and pacify.
I am arms to hold, I am lips to speak.
I am a mothaf***in’ G!
Strong legs that stroll off the 33 bus,
Or out of a money green Phantom, comfortably.
Knees that bend to pray, Clean from Ajax washings;
Hair that is thick and soft, Thighs..
That betwixt an amazing, all expense grand prize.
I am eyes that sing, Smile that brightens,
Touch that rings, and supplies euphoric release.
I am a Grand Don Queen Beast!
I am warm, I am peace.
From the roads of Botswana, from 23rd Street.
From the inside third eye..
Ever watching this wicked, wicked system of things.
I do see, I am friend to pen, and a lover of strong women;
A diamond to men, I am curious and interested like children;
I welcome the wise to teach, Appreciator of my culture;
Thick not just from bone dense and eat,
I have a rhythm in my ways, and a practice in my seek.
And yes, I do crave the rhythm of my space,
With a man that rejoices in God’s grace, with faith.
I do hear to listen, to hands that fist when forced pushes to shove.
And your ego won’t submit;
I am gifted, I am all of this,
And indeed, the Shit!
Clearly, I am not just an ass.
OMG *speechless* smh…..smh