The Performer

The Performer
Arty

Audre Lorde

I write for those women who do not speak, for those who do not have a voice because they were so terrified, because we are taught to respect fear more than ourselves. We've been taught that silence would save us, but it won't.

 

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Got it all wong!

Damn!
Am looking at this woman in front of me
Tormenting my eyes with those curvaceous thighs
I can hardly catch my breath

For a moment I feel like I'm losing patience
I have been trynna' wink at her spotless face
She does not notice me and I leap into unconsciousness
That only lasts 2 minutes before

I see her walking towards me and smiling
Huh? Probably she's queer like I am
Oh God! I am afraid to smile back coz
God knows what's on her mind
Her steps towards me take ages despite her being several seconds away

My heart leaps in joy
of realizing that a woman found another irresistible
Two women are appreciating each other's beauty

Ah! the pride of being truly woman
The wow! Moment of a same gender loving womanhood!

She reaches me
Slaps me across the face and curse,
'queer ass shit my foot' slips through her snooty mouth
Before spitting on my new, satin sequined top
and turns to walk away, satisfied with her achievements

In demeaning me
An innocent fellow woman who had nothing fishy
up her sleeve
For being warm towards another!

Passers-by look at me with disgust
Some even bold enough to ask what was brewing

I only summed up by,
'I admired Mommy’s' best friend and was just paying for it!'

By K8