SHAME ?
"Wear it on your face, on your chest, on your legs, in your hair, on your sleeve, so if they ask you where you took it, tell them, Here it is. There is nothing you can do." 🥀🎕💮🎴 Your locs are laid on your chest in three main strands. Two on the left, one on the right. You have let the others flow down past your shoulders and onto your back, free. You are wearing a green beanie, and nothing else to cover the perfection that is your face. Your soul calls to me, and I don't think I have it in me to refuse. You turn your head to the left, as the second shot is taken, perfect, just like the first. He asks you to strike another pose, and you do. You close your eyes slightly, and I know the direction in which they are looking. God why do I know this? You look at the camera, as the light flashes, front and back. You know you like to tease me, and I know you are doing it now, you seem to dare me to challenge the hold you have on me. I can't. You place your left hand on you...