the blk(est) night
the blk(est) night
be a blk girl
she think
her hair
too good
& her waist
too small
& her fit
too cute
& her jeans
too flyy
& her mama ain't nothing
like her
& the bitches
on the corner
ain't nothing like her
& can't nobody sweat her style
but jesus
Copyright © 2015 by Mahogany Browne. From Smudge (Button Poetry, 2015). Used with permission of the author.