…You know you want to
Feet drip with the reddish delight of pricy ointment
And prideful red beads adorn bouncing rows of woven hair.
Swaying hips clothed in the finest thread;
Protecting the secret of heavy waist beads
Mortars pound wildly in the near distance
Reminding you of the test that awaits
Your sisters sing of your beauty and grace
And your mother weeps with a subdued shudder
Pound the dust with your dainty feet
And hesitate with every step
You eyes better brew the expected heat
And shower down innocence to your father’s delight
Most of all, you better pray
That your leather film ruptures with trickling red tears.