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.