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Old and ugly as you are
neck rolls and big tummy
hair growing out of your ears
you think that sweet young thing
should be yours tonight?
Grinning and talking loud
over your beer after beer after beer
sloppy and greasy with your crack showing.
What do you want with that child?
What does that child want with you?

Malume, you are more than that
you are more than that!
 

By Myesha Jenkins

You come at me hard
running
skipping
falling
rising again
into the stratosphere of night
always the night
that you come
howling

Screaming your way
into my head
making me remember
filling my chest
racing my heart in syncopation
my muscles twitch
leaving me spent
slack jawed and teary eyed

I shake my hair loose
you come at me again
 

By Myesha Jenkins

If you are there on my path in the night
I would consider sharing a silent moment with you.
But do not ask to join my solitude
it is mine to walk into
there is much to ponder and I am already weary
I will not suffer your intrusion