Shall You

Shall you please make me a girl,
An admiring sensual gem,
Plant cluster of two oranges on my chest,
To eliminate my flat chest;
Fill it with milky milk,
And make my hair like a silk,
Paint my lips with colourful red;
Dye my fingers with radiant red,
Shall you make me a girl;
To catwalk in front of the best,
Expand my low-heeled buttock;
To dance to my footfall,
Make my face more pretty,
To get admired through my beauty.

by Olatunde Temitayo

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