A poem for Ayuma

Ayuma came from the land
Of milk and honey,
Her beautiful black skin
Had faded and looked funny,
She felt no shame
To smile to her granny,
With studs on her eyes,
And rings on her tummy

From the land of milk and honey,
Came Ayuma...!
With plastic nails on her fingers
And strange curves on her figure.
She spoke from her nose
Like a 'nigga'
And said our soil spews jiggers...
The soils that pedicure
The toes of our huts

From the land of milk and honey...
Came Ayuma - with her lover.
She introduced 'her' to us,
And said she gives her glamour!
Sweat streamed from our palms,
As we gasped for breath in trauma
We thought it was a rumour,
But Ayumas lover, was a woman...

A woman with a screaming wig,
A woman with long lashes!
A woman with high heels,
And stick of cigar,
Whose smoke swirled from her lips

Ayuma went to the land
Of milk and honey...
But came back a naked girl
She had lost our lovely regalia.
Our identity