Magical Negro #217: Diana Ross Finishing a Rib in Alabama, 1990s

Since I thought I'd be dead by now everything I do is fucking perfect walking wreck wreckless and men I suck their bones until they're perfect I don't sleep with accolades I don't get touched in the night all men do is cry and ask me to be their mammas I can't get a decent fuck to save my when I think about their feelings I don't care It's cool it's cool come to mama there is so much death here she is casual and almost fragrant like the word kill doesn't sound as bad as it is All my friends are sisters and husbands I'm afraid to be uncharted I want an empire in my teeth but I can't be bothered to not wear silk or nothing I have grown up less mysterious than my myth All men do is think I'm looking at them When I think about them tasting me I don't I mean don't google my tits when you can just Unfortunately I have a body and I'm the only one in charge of it you know what I eat the bones too I'm in the world I'm in the world nobody cares where I came from