Are you a girl? Or are you a boy?
This answer still lies unknown.
Your sanctuary is the waters of my swollen belly
between us are skin and bone.
Will you bake mud pies in a make-believe stove?
Wear a frilly pink dress and Mary Jane shoes?
Don a big brim hat on top of your head,
Serving dollie tea, set for two?
Perhaps you’ll zoom by,
driving a push-peddle car,
sounding that little boy brrroom, brrroom noise.
Pretend to go on adventures to the wild wild west
fighting Indians with the other, cowboys.
It’s been so arduous to linger, wonder and wait.
I’m not partial to who’s, living within my womb.
My only desire ,may the Lord built you strong, my love.
Girl or boy, that mystery will unveil itself soon.
My first Dollie was white
It sat on the lap of Papa's mahogany chair
I looked closer and saw blue eyes
A miniature mannequin, she was thin
Was it a sin I stood not smiling? But turned within
Filled with joy, the color of my skin was Cadbury brown
My Christmas gift to me all along
Dark girls I meet were pretty and sweet
If they were poor, I loved them more
My brother's first love was an Ebony dove
She was the color of my love
Nobody told me I was beautiful
On our way to sea, I felt it
A nappy haired doll; hand in hand
With my teacher, Miss Daphne, on the pier
I felt a touch, warm as Carib' breeze
It was the arms of God saying I was His
Of Her, my Jamaican Mama wedded to my Papa in Belize
Where mahogany speaks
Mys second dally was brown
She made me smile, and lingered long
peering into iris of her eyes
It was deeper than colorism
It was first pool my spirit plunged in
It soothe my soul
My friend, Denise Taylor was white
Eyes the color of chocolate
Her curls bounced gaily as we skipped to school
Her mood I always savored, was jelly sweet treat
She painted me a picture of light in all its glory.
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Dear Santa,
Christmas is coming, the goose is already getting fat
Yes, I've already put a penny in the old mans hat.
I hear the sleigh bells ringing gee I hope they do last
I've been better this year,much more.. than Christmas past.
Last year I got a dollie that did nothinig but simply walk
But, I hear you have one -that eats, poops, and even talks.
My grades were good Santa B's, C's and even one D....
Wait! That was the day that someone was picking on me!
Talk about bad, see that was my neighbors son Johnny
Got a minute Santa? Let me tell you, this is really funny!
He put a bunch of gum in his sisters cats long hair-
They cut it out..now it' an alien from way up there!
While playing he closed their screen thought I wouldn't see
But, I went the other way..was his mom instead of me.
He lit firecrackers..to scare Ms. Jones our new teacher
Mom said "he was possessed" called in his preacher!
Anyway Santa thought I would help you to see
Some have been bad this year But, it wasn't me.
Now that I've filled you in and given you the scoop..
Please don't forget my doll the one that will eat and poop.
Thank you
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