Monday, February 21, 2011

Rosalee Thompson


There she was
beautiful, not perspiring
secretly pregnant
in the middle of Afrika
Riding the rapids with tribesmen and hippos
shooting rhinos
to impress her man

There she was
another time
beautiful, not perspiring
telling her confession to the visiting priest
Bless me father
I'm a party girl
well, you couldn't hear her sins
but she was bad
till she fell in love
with the big game hunter

There she was
never perspiring
surrounded by beasts and big eyed Afrikans
propped up
always pretty
not really even a gardener
not even an academy awarded actress
just a different kind of slave

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