chameli
Aku
My parents have neither honey nor milk nor money
My scratches have been scratched--ointment
Made out of paste--i think, honey is antiseptic--
Pull hair back, cover knees, dress properly--but i want to clean
off--change your smell, spend less time in the sun, we know boys aren’t interested--
i know
but honey could be ayurvedic
--let’s find natural remedies.
Aunties told me to squeeze toothpaste on my pimples
Creamy cum cleared my skin
Exercise and yoga will help
Walks of shame and doggy-style increased my serotonin
If only a brown boy would shepherd me
Like my ring finger circles my clit every night.
why i always
running
she picks flowers, not fights
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My wrists have seashells and beads
My middle fingers and ribs hold floating flowers and stars
A tiger lounges on my sternum
A paper boat glides amongst lotus petals along the back of my right arm
The trees here are so strong, withstanding violent wind
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My mother says my quality of life has gone
Down, my beauty has gone Down
my hands slide Down
the tough brown resistance of my muscles
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My nani made me warm turmeric milk, i mixed mine in an old kombucha bottle
where am i where have i gone where did i go