A page in my ancestress’s journal: The mistaken encounter
He met me in the dark.
Eager to know me
His reverence started at my feet
Gliding his hands up along my legs
He passed around my thighs and uttered ‘oh my, so thick!’
My supple skin drew his attention again and he continued the journey to
those wide childbearing hips.
‘This girl carries more than I expected’ he starts to realize and hungrily explores my mountain of breasts, an ample field he’s never known before.
His heart races as he plunges for the kiss on plump lips
but is distracted by the way our noses fits.
His. Point. Cant. Quite. Find. Room. Along. Mine’s. Wideness.
He scared now I can tell,
As he brings a shaky hand up to stroke my hair and to his dismay,
all he finds is kinks.
Yes dear stranger you’re in bed with a black woman,
but now that I have your attention let me explain who I really am.
See this black woman’s got thick thighs
From standing strong against your lies
These wide childbearing hips promise a new generation in my image
A generation who wont walk slave-miles like my lineage
These supple ample breasts are filled with mother’s history and knowledge
The bread and water of my young who’ll know that to you, they owe no homage
My lips are plump to kiss away the many injustices they’ll earn from my color
That rich skin who even after years of whiplash and other mistreats, never got duller
My nose in all its wide splendor made me know you long before you knew me
Picked up that patent scent of cologne over pipe smoke only borne by the enemy
Oh and my undeniable, mighty defiant head of kinks
The one that made you fear my jinx
Unlike my other features she holds no innate purpose
But keeps my story at a surface
I bear this crown in royal prance
And urge my children to take this stance
Now dress and leave you drunk misguided man
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