- ALICE : You would always wear these orange butterflies and aqua sequins ensconced tween slight bosoms silk roses dartin from behind your ears. The passion flower of you meandered down hoover street past dark shuttered houses where women from Louisiana shelled peas round three o’clock and sent their sons whistlin to the store for fatback and black-eyed peas. You glittered in heat and seemed to be lookin for rides when you wazn’t and absolutely eyed every man who wazn’t lame, white, or noddin out. Look at you. You let your thigh slip from under your skirt crossin the street. You slowed to be examined. I saw you I watched you sullen. And the rhinestones etching the corners of your mouth suggested tears fresh kisses that had done no good. You always wore your stomach out lined with small iridescent feathers. The hairs round your navel seemed to dance and you didn’t let on that you knew from behind your waist waz aching to be held.
- TANGIE : You don't know me, I am not a deliberate coquette who never did without. What I want and I wanted to be unforgettable. I wanted to be a memory, a wound to every man arrogant enough to want me. I am the wrath of women in windows fingerin shades. Ol lace curtains camouflaging despair and stretch marks. I glittered honestly delighted I am desired and allowed those especially schemin tactful suitors to experience my body and spirit. Tearin so easily blending with theirs. And they were so happy and lay on my lime sheets full and wet from my tongue. I kissed them reverently even ankles edges of beards... You don't know me
These are from the movie that was a play for colored girls and is by far my favorite pieces .
~luv Micha
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