The World of Camicore

Don’t wanna be your exotic like some dark, fragile, colorful bird, imprisoned, caged in a land foreign to the stretch of her wings. Don’t wanna be your exotic. Women everywhere are just like me– some taller darker nicer than me, but like me but just the same women everywhere carry my nose on their faces my name on their spirits don’t wanna don’t seduce yourself with my otherness my hair wasn’t put on top of my head to entice you into some mysterious black voodoo the beat of my lashes against each other ain’t some dark desert beat it’s just a blink get over it don’t wanna be your exotic your lovin of my beauty ain’t more than funky fornication plain pink perversion in fact nasty necrophilia cause my beauty is dead to you I am dead to you not your harem girl geisha doll banana picker pom pom girl pum pum shorts coffee maker town whore belly dancer private dancer la malinche venus hottentot laundry girl your immaculate vessel emasculating princess

"Why should I paint dead fish, onions, and beer glasses? Girls are so much prettier"