My little being Through almond eyes you’re seeing Sculpted muscles, milky bones Swarthy, light pink tones I made you from scratch
Musical lungs those cushioned lips Royal cheekbones- sea shell hips A gentle curve of a lower back Grand Canyon’s spinal crack I made it all from scratch
My walnut cracked skin Bones frail and thin Once made a life from scratch A young, perfected match
I never behaved (still don't) so my mama often found me in situations precariously close to me getting seriously hurt. My mother used to say "please come down, I made you from scratch."