Saturday, January 12, 2013

Poetry: "A Love to Match My Body"




I am not meant to shrink into an ideal.
Of desirable images of what a man wants.
Fed by mainstream media.
Popular notions he believes he needs.
I am built to be robust.
Wide to match the horizon.
Large to cause fear.
Stared at with awe.
Yes, I do taste as good as I look.
Don’t let it fool ya!
Wet parts with complicated desires.
No I ain’t gonna shrink to fit into an ideal.
I was not constructed for white girlz magazines.
I was built to be appreciated live-and-in-person.
All of me!
My love cannot fit into a tiny body.
It is meant to be amongst the starz.
Touched gently,
Gazed at longingly,
Breathless moments.
A man’s desire needs to fit me.
Not the small spaces limited by his imagination.
I was built for a long journey,
Deep – Meaningful
Never gently in the night.
Discovered by
A love that matches God.
January 12, 2013

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