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thicken your eyebrows try arduously To remember tenth grade budding breasts Fighting with your mother about training bras Feeling like watermelons when you’re a whole lot closer to Cuties. Wanting anyone to peel off your clothes and agree that You were beautiful. Succulent. A viable option for a suitor, even. Black girl feelings binding your… Continue reading BGF
Your hair felt like freshly spun cotton and you’d sneak your older boyfriend over while your mom was at work and beg me never tell. I always felt so young around you, so small. So new, like freshly spun cotton. I didn’t know anything about sex, except what was written in those Zane novels you… Continue reading Chomp