Thunder and lightening

Sistah girl rolled her eyes and almost broke her neck when she turned and sucked in the last piece of air as I walked into the doorway
Her eyes beamed like lasers staring in the face of the one she called, "Bae" as if to say, "look at her, and I'll kill you."
All the white people shifted in their seats because Drake was actually right when he said, "big girls make everybody in the room feel so uncomfortable."
They didn't understand how anyone who wasn't a size six could be so sure of themselves
Unlike their husbands though; who pondered how many servings of cornbread and tanning a sessions will it take to have their beloved stomping around the house like that?
See my thighs, my thighs were like thunder and lightning.
See thunder looked like my thighs clashing and clapping as I walked and sat in my chair.
Lightning looked like the streaks of my stretch marks slashing through my tattoo
Thunder looked like my cellulite turned dimples rolling all around turning frowns Into smiles
Lightning looked like my thighs inner stretch meeting for the first time
Thunder looked like brown boulders knocking down walls but instead were attached to me while walking down the aisle making a rustling sound at church because of my stockings
My thighs looked like thunder and lightning
Bursting out of my jeans and continuously raising my coral skirt; I'm no flirt
That's just the roar of thunder saying hello for me upon my entry
Don't I look like the sky?
In the middle of a storm? Lighting up the room with a clash of my stretch marks and a roar in my walk
Because even though you may say you hate thunderstorms and complain about how inconvenient and dangerous they are
You cut off every tv in every room
Unplug every appliance in the house
Pull back that curtain and crack the window
And engulf the magnitude of her beauty before you
Until she relaxes and rocks you to sleep
See y'all, my thighs are thunder and lightning.

Soaking me all in

He was
Tap
Tap
tapping away on the phone
He looked up
I Iooked down
We did this for a couple of rounds
Until I noticed just what he was doing
He was...perusing my honey complected thighs with his eyes soaking me all in
Admiring my double strand twist playing on my face
He was soaking me all in
He was writing about what he would see if given the opportunity to gaze deep into my dark brown eyes
He was writing about covering my face with his mane of dreads as he kissed me intimately
He was writing
About me
What he thought I was like....
Was I like shanaynay and them he grew up with up?
Or was I like Michelle Obama? Courageous and classy?
Truth be told I was a combination of both
But he would never know
Because he stood scared
Just tap, tap, tapping away on the phone
Soaking me all in.

Sister

She saw me
Her vanilla coated skin turned bright red as she consumed my nubian greatness
She quietly admired my exuberant presence as I sat across from her
My demeanor so classy, so confident, so sure...
She wanted to hate me
But her desire to be me over rid any disdain against me
I could hear her heart cry, "oh plain me"
I finally caught her gaze but she was to captivated to notice
I imagine she quickly dreamed what it would be like to be me
What it would be like to model this kinky crown
What it would be like to have thunder roll from her with every step she took
What it would be like to sit upon a caramel cloud
She wondered
Until I snatched her from her self loathing thoughts with my pageant wave and said, "hey! Did you know that you're beautiful. Did you know that you were precious? Did you know that you too were created in the image of God? Did you know He was waiting for you to love the you He created? We are so different. But we are both so great. Not because I'm caramel and your vanilla but because we go great together...my sister..."