Brick by brick we built these walls 

around our hearts and then, 

like ugly buildings in cityscapes, 

we plaster, paint, then start again.



and our masonry is perfection 

cause no one’s getting through, 

despite the mass attention.


But deep within my walls, 

where no one else would see, 

I also built a hidden door 

and tonight you had the key. 


Sadly, you couldn’t recognize 

when opportunity befalls, 

cause tonight and every other night, 

you’re trapped behind your walls.


Playing the voyeur…

And getting your fill of my… 

Dark brown chocolate skin, and thick African thighs.


Does my status bring you pleasure? 

You’re happy I wear this ring. 

“No purchase necessary here,

I’m only window shopping.”




Image by Pixabay

3 thoughts on “Fuckboi

    1. Thank you my friend. 🙏🏾 I had just been out in DTLA looking at some of the renovated buildings. The visuals were very vivid in my mind when I wrote this poem. 😊

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