Oh how round you are
Protruding at great lengths behind me
Jeans slide with ease up to the ledge
Unable to move past it without a struggle
You do not belong to a white girl
Oh how I love and hate you at the same time
You’ve been with me since I was young
On tippy toes peering out the window
Too rotund to fit into my dance costumes
Next to waif-thin ballerinas
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump
My lovely lady lump
My Ghetto Peach
How could I get along without you?
I wrote this as a quick-write from a great book called Room to Write
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