Sometimes, I walk down the street,

and my Body is a Chapel

And men, who think they have holy water for saliva

spit blessings my way



I guess I dressed like a sin today!

I guess I helped someone break a commandment or ten

by being a woman with a body of water, most men are not

Moses enough for..

Sometimes,

I walk down the street, and the men

they call me beautiful..

and depending on their tone, this either makes me feel like ART

or a CHEAP EXHIBIT.

I have learned

that a woman’s body is a dialect

that a man cannot speak

how quick

his hands become sign language

how quick

my skirt becomes signal for “touch me”

Sometimes

I walk down the street

and I am a 3 Ring Circus.

The men

they think me Lion

In a cage..

underestimate the SHARP in my teeth

I say “I am BIG and ferocious”

they say “You are big and INSECURE”

they say “Watch your mouth, FAT GIRL”

they say “Fat Girl” like..

like it’s an insult like..

like I’ve never drowned men in-between these thighs like..

like they mad they don’t know how to swim, like..

LIKE THEY DIDN’T KNOW

that the ELEPHANT is the main attraction at the circus for the way its body

resembles Cement

and Feathers simultaneously..

I be floating

I be sky and concrete

I be a woman that looks like heaven

but tastes

like a broken sidewalk



So I GET

why they be trippin’

why I be “Ho”

why I be “Bitch”

why I be “Fat”

Cause I be ANYTHING, but theirs!

So the next time

I walk down the street like a Chapel

Make sure you see GOD

In this WOMAN.

You keep your hands clasped

like a prayer I’m never gonna answer.



Confess your sins to your mother, the First Deity you ever blasphemed against..

See if she forgives you..

See if she has more room in her uterus for you

than I do. You could never

be born again in-between these thighs

or be baptised in this wet. The next time,



I walk down the street like a piece of ART,

You make sure you see a MUSEUM

in This WOMAN..

I,

am a collection of body parts that your tongue will never curate. The next time,

I walk down the street,

like a 3 Ring Circus,

you make sure you are more freak show

than cannonball

I have always respected a man who can swallow his PRIDE like a sword

than the one that shoots off at the mouth

and ALWAYS

misses.