black girl, black girl
hair so kinky
hips that shimmy
and a mouth
like wine
just a tiny slice of life
soft and moist with
vanilla buttercream oozing out
where dem dimples?
or dem soft
curves and
golden tones
skin brown like dirt
large or small
skinny piece or thick piece
I don’t discriminate
you got galaxies
in dem eyes
mankind in that
body and fire
in that soul
spice cake, chocolate cake,
vanilla cake, and red velvet, too
cake of all shapes and sizes
out on the display case
fresh and wet just for me
lights shining -- a glorious view
don’t eva let
nobody say different
you da mother of
all mothers and
queen of all queens
a piece of cake
it calls to me like a Siren
fall into its depths and dine.