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bae is shit

   

        if my fonné is not sweet_
        i mean,  tush enough.
       
        if my hips are smaller than
        my smaller waists;
         if i do not have the shape of
         an Egyptian hourglass
          or light skinned like mamiwater.

        if my face homes zits
        religiously,
        if my jollof burns 
        and my egusí tastes like goat's breathe,
       
        would you still call me "bae"?

glossary

fonné - deliberate imitation of any foreign accent (usually to impress)

tush - posh

mamiwater - mermaid

jollof - a method of cooking rice common in some parts of Asia and Western Africa

egusí - melon seeds (key ingredient in making of the melon seed food)

bae -  *controversial endearment equivalent to "baby" or "boo"....

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