“Somebody! Can I help? ”
She’s shouting as she does.
From the end of the line
I observe body lines
Fat, square and big butts
Some are thin like trunks
Legs and limbs and the thighs
I stop
Then the heads and the hairs
Long and combed
Curly, waxed
And some shaved
I stop
Then my eyes
Set on wears
On colors and designs
Some dress for winter
Some spring and summer
I stop
And I laugh
Sure inside
And outside is smile
Nothing more
I stop
“Wonderful” I admire
And question
Who are we?
What are we?
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