THE ENTRAPMENT

What do you do when you're trapped; physically, socially, mentally and emotionally? 

THE MONGREL

Undress Me!

My lips are thick and full; although smaller than the alluring marshmallows that sit on Asabea’s and Ama’s faces.

My eyes are dough-y saucers and my skin emits banana-cherry-peachy beams that do something of what a hologram does in the sun’s eyes.

My hair is a mass of silky coils; not cake-ily kinky like afro hair is supposed to be.

My breasts stand-fall kissable and the skin of my butt, my hips and my thighs ripples when my foot meets the ground.