Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Hail to the Chief

You do not see 
the color of my skin 
as a threat, 
only the stretch of 
my lipstick smile. 
I would blend into the background- 
to your whitewashed walls, 
if only my hips 
could stop their dancing. 
I am only as dangerous 
as your worst nightmare.  

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