Americanah

She wears the look of
Disapproving elders on her thick thighs

Lips, ripe as ancestral mangoes
Coated in moonlight berries

Hips, water carved valleys
Wrapped in ribbons of desire

An exile free in mind, true in spirit
What she fights for is unknown

But she speaks with goliath defying defiance
Slinging stones, praying for her victory to come.

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