What's your favourite deadly sin? You know the one you so easily slip into Like a night gown, a second skin. And don't give me that look. That pious, unknowing look. As if it's something you've never thought of, As if it's something you've never imagined. Not in my wording, you haven't But you've thought about it alright. Mine's lust. It was nearly a close tie with pride. Nearly. Sexuality is a gift. Arguably, a piece of divinity. And I honestly mean that in a non-blasphemous way. Nothing to be ashamed of, But I'm a... Forget black... I am an African girl Daughter of the soil And I'm meant to say the very word in whispers. I'm meant to tuck it underneath my lengthened hemlines, I'm meant to tuck it underneath my unspoken inners. You know the ones we were taught to hang where no 'male' figure could see them and the ones we knew far better than to leave lying around. Lest he sees. Lest he freak