I see you, beautiful black woman with your eyes diverted as to avoid contact.
“Beauty is always strange.”
I hear you, validation hunter.
“I will protect myself from imaginary enemies by repeating saccharine statements that misrepresent reality.”
I taste you, Iced Black Coffee.
“Everyone on the floor, for I’ve come to take what’s mine.”
I smell you, #SweetLife
“Doughnuts, brownies, cookies, ice cream.”
Touching my face, feel me?
“Soft, short, masculine, neat.”