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Everything always falls into place.
The summery yellow colors, lipsticks and dresses.
Our curves, the bulk in our thighs and the contour that lines our gloomy faces
“Let’s talk about boys” we will always say,
Giggling in the darkness that surrounds
the meetings we have lying in our beds.
Let’s annotate their confusions and
Painting their attitudes with our undying laughter full of wants for their open honesty.
So often, about pretty souls
that dislike making girls look petty.
Girls that will jump into a puddle of mud with you and still laugh you a river.
I call them women.
Men call them women.
Girls that love girls.
They steal the pride and confidence left of the earth
Even in thoughts, they glow without
being lit, filtering hatred in gatherings meant for knights
Would you have one for a friend or a foe?
Either way, it’s a charm not bestowed out of wedlock!
Dyna Ekwueme Copyright, 2016.