By Toi Cross –

Is it the way my lips curl that gets you all nervous inside?

Maybe it’s the way my vivacious curves sway—making your eyes do a double take when I pass your way?

Is it my brown skin that constantly draws you in?

Making you want to inquire more about who I am and where I’ve been

Ha! Yes, I roll smooth in my brown-esque

Black-Latina, take your guess

Trynna dig into my inner—testing if I’m strong and independent

Or just the typical—you make a move and I follow right behind you

Nah baby, you just relax

Let me do my job and just wine and dine you

Black Girl, the streets ghetto queen

Latina Chick, the sexiest on the TV screen

Hey Baby, just erase the names

Put all labels aside—if just this one time

Don’t pre-assume that I already have an attitude

Remove the immediate judgment that I want to sex you—

Mamacita

Oooh.’hol’ up Shorty

So let me ask again—Is it the curl of my lips?

The sway of my curvaceous hips?

Does my skin draw you in?

Intriguing you to further inquire about who I am and where I’ve been?

I dare you-double-triple-dog-dare you to erase all pre-meditated-pre-judged notions when looking into my Brown Face…