Mama says something,
Something about the way
My black hair grows.
The sky above us is naked,
I bet the ocean looks extra blue today.
I relax on the damp grass,
My dress is wrinkled like
The fingers of tiny children
Who refuse to drain the bathtub.
Mama says something,
Something about the way
My thighs spread.
Across the street
A young couple embraces,
I imagine what it would be like
To wear her skin and feel for once―
A non-judgemental touch.
Mama says something,
Something about the way
My back curves.
The sun kisses my colorless skin,
And the grass caresses the thickness of thighs.
The wind runs his gentle fingers through my hair,
And whispers sonnets in my ear.
Mama says something,
Something about the way
My top lip dips.
I hear the thunder of a hummingbird.
Familiar cigar smoke floats across my nose.
I see the rosebuds in their sunbath.
Mama says something,
Something about―
"Are you even listening?"
No, mama.
I'm too busy,
Growing with the flowers.
sunrise
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bonfire friends
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sadness
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purple skies
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true love
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My Cheerleader
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womans transformation to happiness and love
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future life together of adventures
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