we protest
raising voice against molestation.
first we all stand ,
growing in stature.
then we walk robed in skin.
what will you do?

don’t gaze like this.
we sit bare from toe to head
what will you do?

don’t be the pack of snarling wolves
our crannies are veiled
with downy lips which tremour.

bold you are, amorous too,  
our booboos swell
don’t take care of them
unless consensual.

don’t gaze like this
our thighs
are neither wheat-toned  nor white,
for you to satisfy.
they are as black as possible.

don’t embarrass you jacks
or don’t give a snort of disgust
we are black.
yet we can entice you
to raise your eyebrows
if your gazes and scents
arms and legs and crotches
are consensual.

or else,
not all coquettish,
come hither
to award you all
a ten nautical miler kick and punch
we are strong.