On a quest to find me a soul-mate.
The man for me to aggressively grab off the streets.
The eve is young, auspiciously star studded.
I wish on a twinkle for the blessings of fate.
Is it the catwalk? The corseted figure eight?
The wavy blond wig? The soft scent of petals?
Tell me, what sensible Adam won’t want a slice?
I am not going for just a nobody.
A full-sized six feet, melanin glass of goodness.
I, myself with a non-declining face card,
Plump milkshake and well-rounded barca.
Capable of a breathtaking first impression
To be presented on the table of attraction.
He will have no knowledge of my master’s degree.
I wouldn’t know he could panel-beat me black and blue.
The social tango of objectification, to judge a book by its cover.
So, tonight I chase stunning covers and all that glitter.
Oh Lord, let his pages read of the man of my dreams.
-WONDERWOMAN ALAO
