Butter

My butter tasted like chocolate covered coco kisses Bundled up & covered in love When i walked by, the world knew. My scent transcended descendents They could smell my independence It was true, for them, they preferred to be indifferent But as my aroma navigated into their nostrils they could never negate my niceties Good African girl Raised in the 90s Hair smelled like KEM and chemicals Just Like Me & Just Like Music Candy coated rain drops and candy coated ring pops, professing my love to my school busstop sweetheart He made my heart melt with the messages inscribed on sweettarts. An essence crafted way back in the days when ebony magazines would jet off the shelves An essence equated to the music in nawlins Ancestors yawning Waking up at every mornings dawning Putting essential oils into the next few generations So potent that when i walk in the room sometimes you can still smell the cotton Maybe even taste that bit of guilt itching at the back of your throat No there's no elephant in the room, just your unrequited pennance French toast burns in the next room But i love the smell of cinnamon Sugar. Syrup. Honey. Oh honey. Oh good god good woman Whatchu cooking in that kitchen? Smells like family. Like tradition. Like 1 2 steps & electric slides. Smells that remind you of your first whooping/scolding/washdemdishes Soap drying out your fingers Grease splattered on the ceiling. All along these smells molding me into women. Butter. Tasted like. Chocolate covered coco kisses. Ya smell me?