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
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