black bodies are meant to be worshipped, not exploited or commodified.
we deserve to be wanted.
to hear a song by artists of color, and white artists alike
that yearns for the rich, royal, brown of our melanin
-that manages to not make references to how exotic or erotic
our bodies have become.
appropriated by the rich whites
who spray and cake
to look like the ones we are killed for having.
i am sick of reading about someone's
creamy white thighs.
what about my thighs?
i've got thighs for days and thighs to spare,
chiseled yet loose from hours of dancing and centuries of exhaustion.
why is pasty white the universal attractor?
what about dewey sun absorbed skin?
dark coily hair that smells of coconut oil and shea butter.
the taste of strength, bravery, and wisdom on someone's skin,
wrapped in a coffee tinted blanket.
i want to be wanted.
for my sensuality and the intimacy
of my soul and yours to enrapture the beauty of everything homo and hetero
masculine and androgynous
fluid femininity and masculinity and everything in between
our legs, lips and hearts.
the way the color of my tattoos illuminates the color of my skin
that has been passed down to me from the trans-continental diaspora.
we deserve to be wanted in the healthiest way.
for there is no other body or skin that can teach you and love you
in the same embrace.