I recall storming up to you
with a belief I had gathered every ounce
the courage that was left even in the underexplored
parts of my autonomy
oh didn't I continue walking past you
like a storm yielding
and suddenly halting all his passionate rage
realizing I didn't have the balls for it
oh, Thembalami i thought uthembisile
why didn't you stick around enough
to let me get her...
just her name
mirror, mirror on the wall,
will I ever be rewarded with another chance
to prove to this epitome
that an ethereal being is a black woman?
