Blessed by Alexandra Pereira

She doesn’t care what people think,
waving her arms in the air,
majestically and nonchalant.
The warm breeze kissing her unshaven
underarms, as she kicks wet sand
in the air, unaware of its presence.

She doesn’t care what people think,
as she struts like a Persian peacock,
along side turquoise waves that bow
to her aura, offering sweet myrrh
and frankincense.

She doesn’t care what people think,
as she shakes her hips, looking down
at an outspoken belly button.
Tenderly, she rubs the hot skin the
afternoon sun has blessed,
and thinks, “I hope they’re boys.”

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