i cannot help
to bounce when
i walk
i cannot dilute
the sugar in my talk
i cannot erase the
slight sway
in my hips
or the honey
that seems to drip
from my lips
the people
turn and stare
enamored by
my curly hair
it took me
lifetimes to accept
the beauty inside
that society rejects
i keep the voodoo
in my back pocket
while storing
lustful attention
in my locket
many beg to love me
few dare to rise
to the occasion
i wonder how
i was gifted with such
persuasion