Poetry / Just Me

I don’t apologize
For the size
Of my thighs
Nor the round
Sumptuous mound
Of my big behind.

I’m not ashamed
Of my nappy mane
Nor the bag brown skin
That hides beauty within.

I won’t erase
These lines from my face.
They’re clues that trace
My time in this space.

I won’t try to contain
The intellect of my brain
Nor restrict my breasts
Of their ampleness.

But if perchance
We dare romance
I’ll risk rejection
For your perception
Of my flawed perfection.

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