SONNET: HIP HOP DANCER (Ode To Claude McKay’s Harlem Dancer)

Levi Catoe

Corrupt male youths nursing their drinks with blunts

burning stogies slowly, halfway down they

tap their ash. Sex like cash comes easy. Curves

on that strippers body is used for rap-

pers delight; a life seen on B.E.T.

Her, endless tears can’t wash away the fin-

ger prints young boys; and sometimes men leave be-

hind. Egg yolk stained facial wraps fail to get

rid of the blemishes, she’s been dying

to hide. Her money stuffed bras padded to

perfection causing mouths to salivate…

melt like caramelized sugar / she’s sweet. Al-

cohol flushed boys; and girls too want-

ed a taste but all she could taste was home.