Test me, life! For I am but prepared—
12th July 10
Burden me with your worst, Satan!
Raise yon thermostat, be you bold enough;
Throw at me the heat of a thousand suns,
And stand strong, shall I!
My pores shall not weep, nor shall mine eyes
Fearing the embarrasment of the moist underpits of mine arms,
For I come equipped with the armor of my grandmother
And her grandmother before she:
O Tussy, creamy shield of life,
Old school like the spirituals of my slave mothers,
I celebrate you on this day.
This day, when the heat soars hotter than the block after a hip hop concert,
I leave my house and feel no trepidation,
Though I must say, I don’t appreciate smelling like a rose-scented medicine cabinet.
Please update thy scent.
Ashe.
