Eat
James Daniels Revisions inspired by Justice Ameer’s "My Beauty" I told my sis once To stop eating this shit. My nigga’s been chewing On Soul-sex and neo-gender From thin air Since Ms. Badu Slipped into her ears And gave her A man fetish With hoop earrings to match. Told ‘er it didn’t matter If this shit pitter pattered Like candy coated rain On her two-toned died ‘fro— Pink and blue— And slipped down To her shoulders Forming muddy puddles In his— Fuck, my bad; I mean HER— Shoulder dimples, Transitioning Into tasty chocolate Like Cocoa Puffs In milk. I wish I would’ve waited Until she explained Her taste buds.
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At least then Sticky shoulders Would be the least Of her problems. Sticky tongues And laced legs Would be the norm. Sticky eyelids Wouldn’t be So drastic— I’d love her eyeshadow As much As her soul. So now I tell my girl To eat that shit Raw God knows I gave her Hell And she gave me Soul And soul food Gives you life— That’s why you lick The bone clean.