My legs are strong enough to carry me and your burdens
I carry mine in this purse.
It bounces off my hourglass
As the light countdowns.
I begin before it allows me.
My thighs exchange greetings
As I walk to the coffee shop
Necks wind as I sway to the door
Dark skin glistening at the counter
Black coffee please.
“Is someone sitting here?”
My stuff is there. All around this place.
You hold your hands up and acquiesce.
Walking backward for your protection.
When I leave I can see noses in the air
Inhaling the fragrance
Gifted to me by my mother
I bring it with me to the street
“Fuck you too then bitch.”
I laugh at how that used to make my shoulders rise.
A corner boy with gutter words
Bitch dripping from his fangs.
Rejection is bitter
To a pack of wolves.
My coffee is stronger than you, boy.