Big girls need love too
Why do guys act insecure?
Y’all like skinny guys?

There was once a girl with a skirt
Who ironically was an introvert
When she saw a peeper
Who got a little too eager
She said to his face: “You ******* pervert!”

You changed me
You changed how I look at things
In this generation
Of this posterior celebration
Which I am, no doubt
Aware that you’re a straight up knockout
From your lips that pout
To your delicious Double D's
Made me just say from the rooftops

Save the *******
Is that chauvinistic of me?
Is that impolite of me?
Save The *******
I finally saw the light
I love the *******
They are love
They are life
Save the *******
They are the sustenance of our being
Now, I’m not that perverted
I’m just practicing what I’m preaching

This is to the girls that I accidentally touched
Their community chest
Their blessed *******
I sincerely apologize
It wasn’t on purpose
Please excuse my hands
They just got careless

To the girl who asked me
“Do you want to see my *****?"
Well, what do you think?
I said yes within two blinks
I expected a glimpse
Of those small beautiful *******
But she said it was just a test
My bad
I guess I just confessed to

Save the *******
Is that chauvinistic of me?
Is that impolite of me?
Save the *******
I finally saw the light
I love the *******
They are love
They are life
Save the *******
They are the sustenance of our being
Now, I’m not that perverted
I’m just practicing what I’m preaching

Her distinct voice
Her soft skin
Her pretty eyes
She’s a Woman
She never ceases to surprise

She looks in the mirror
Men marvel at her buxom beauty
But for some reason
Those catcalls were getting to her
She didn’t want to be just a hottie

Her red lips
Her exposed legs
Her protruding hips
Her ***** *******
Is what made her body picturesque

She professed, she knew she was cute
When men looked, she took it as a tribute
But it was getting old
She wanted to be liked for who she was
Instead of fantasizing what she looked like unclothed.

She was smart
She was driven
She had ambition
She’s a woman
She is beautiful.

I asked her
She had dark skin
Big lips
Pretty mouth
What do you get complimented on the most?
I saw her blouse
Open
Her ******* were playing peek a boo
I almost got caught looking
She said
My ***
My mind wondered
Did I do that?
Guilty
I looked at that rear view
In the past
I also asked
Does anybody say how beautiful your lips are?
How kissable?
How juicy?
She said
Yeah
I hate it
And I hated that response

But no matter what
It always came to one request
One question
That I couldn’t hold to suppress...

You’re black
You’re special
Lick those lips
Sway those hips
You’re often replicated
But never duplicated
And you’re beautiful.

V (an Angry poem)

******
Void of anything
Voiceless of anything that my friends say
I’ve felt like I’ve been victimized since high school
*****, money, all that ****
What virile young man wouldn’t want that?
Younger me became more virile and vested in the vaginal goodness that is women
Instead with more rejection, I became more voracious in my hunger
Kids?
I don’t care.
Boyfriend?
Who gives a **** about him?
I have seen woman after woman
***** after *****
With velvety curves and skin
Some with ******-like qualities
End up with vile, ain’t **** ******
As you can see,
This vocal rant is brought to you by  
Me being a ******
God, I wish I would have vanquished this curse long ago
I know some people value this
But am I always going to be straddled with this void?

One picture
One night
One image
It gets me excited
It makes my fire ignite
You and me
Not your man
**** him
Even if for one night, I picture sweet ***** romance
I want you
I need you
You turn me on more and more
Faster
Faster
To that one image
As I beat it off harder
And harder
To that picture
And then...

Ughhhhhh.
I love you.
You’re so ****.

Sweet ecstasy.
And then... I ask myself,
What did I just do?