cinnamon thighs and daddy boys • poetry

year 6

i told mama about you in sixth grade. how you were always moping and angry and growling and weepy. mama's heart was too kind for my own good. she told me to be your friend (friend, huh ?) she didn't know you had compared me to the very dirt you walked on. how you wanted to stomp the brown out of me.

you were so disgusting, baby.