Girl
I am honey, baby, and sweetheart.
Girl please, my grandma once told me.
“You ain’t nothing but the space
In between your legs,” Mama said.
In high school the question’s whether
You’ll spread them or keep them locked tight.
Now people don’t even ask,
just reach out, grab and smack any ass.
I am make-up, mascara, and shimmery eye shadow.
My eyebrows are plucked and perfectly shaped.
I shave my legs each and every night;
Shaving cream with my razor, just to be safe.
I’m so practiced, so neat.
No stubble, no nicks, nor pin-pricks.
Of the trade, there are tricks
That I’d never reveal to you.
A girl’s got to keep a few secrets.
At least one or two.
