That's The Girl Poem by Sammy Aswani Luyove

With holes shallowly drilled through her cheeks
just by a smile; with a well swollen hip, legs
proportionally fit, on which her strength rests;
with a thorax small a little like that of
a praying mantis, and not like the grasshopper's;
with stiff steady breasts and swaying hips
that deceive the old men; and sting the lusty
and ugly eyes of boys; that's the girl.

Her firm still steps make her breasts vibrate like
a spring, in a wave that strikes and reddens the
wet eyes of boys; as she walks her backside falls
and talks- ping! pong! ping! pong! Her teeth are evenly
spaced and whiter than glucose, with a gap between
the incisors; her tongue wipes her lips before she utters
each word, softening her words as if they were wiped
by a cotton swab; that's the girl.

That isthe girl that any son whose father didn't
curse by the strip of his nakedness, will chase her steps
and say: Hey! Hi? But her mother keeps vigil and warns:
Boys are beasts that prey on small breasts.
Her high school teacher calls her a blade on the sums
and smart at the roof. If you sneak her into
your isimba at home, and your mother saw her,
but she wouldn't flog her; that's the girl.