Dear ADOS Woman,
Have you ever made love during a pandemic?
Evidently intimacy is against the scientific rules,
The last thing a man can do is touch his woman
Well, count this writer among the greater fools
Who willfully violates epidemiology protocol
I’ve admired you at more than adequate distance,
I respect COVID, sure enough, I believe in health
But, damn, ADOS woman, so weak is my resistance
That fragrance emitting from your mocha skin . . .
My god, what in heavenly-black-woman’s-name is that?
Your hygiene is absolutely fucking impeccable
Sorry, but no way can this erotic writer stand pat
And watch your glistening body go unattended
Neglected like America has done its ADOS heirs,
Calling out for human treatment we so deserve
You need an ADOS man who genuinely cares
Like our grandfathers esteemed our “grand-angels”
Our women have been traumatized throughout history,
You can have Black Lives Matter, I want reparations
So I can rebuild my model Black family, you see
We’ve been “media-tricked” by jealous people
Who envy the resilience of our melanin skin,
Why else deny a people unquestionably due?
We comin’ for our check for America’s original sin
Will you accompany me, ADOS woman, say yes
You’re hurting, I’m hurting—truth must be told,
Neither of us is the cause of our mutual condition
We’re the victims of our collective humanity sold
To the highest bidder, our bodies commoditized
Our talents monetized, our existence propagandized,
Babygirl, we’re the cornerstones of America’s wealth
And, thus, we remain the human capital most prized
I’ve no interest in taking advantage of you tonight
You’re an ADOS woman, most precious of them all,
I simply want you to share the evening with me
As Pamper-Her-Friday descends into nightfall . . . .
Love you, Mocha Woman,
Pamper the woman . . . and repaireth her soul. -Rg2
© 2020 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®