I am a curse

My body is full of curses

I am brown and dead

like dried-out dirt.

I have lips as a snare

and eyes of an innocent whore.

I have small, soft cherries that belong to no one

but a man I don't desire.

I have strong arms and hands; I use to defend myself

against weak, instinct-driven, superior men.

I have a mind

full of creativity and rebellion.

I have long, thick legs

that do nothing but work,

but when they are seen,

they are thought of as nothing but sex.

I am not full of a curse.

I am a curse.