I sit here
Trying to enjoy my beer
And anthology of Black poetry.
First a black hornet,
Yellowjacket,
Then a honeybee---
I'm telling you:
Buzzing,
Not after the brew,
After me...
Why?
I attempt to resume
Relaxing in ease...
I am not perfumed,
My scalp ungreased,
No deodorant,
Just my natural scent:
Sunbaked,
Sunbaked funky,
Sizzling sweaty, brown meat
Drizzled in drippings---savory
That is me...
Maybe Baby,
They crave me,
It ain't crazy
You see:
From my 'fro to my feet
My funky is sweet!