Truncated Truth Poem by Simbarashe Raymond Mudukuti

I'm tired of these sexual visits to Paris
Baked and hazed by the African sun among the flowery scented autocrats
Peanut butter brown skinned and scented
Chocolate brown arrogantly shining skin looking waxed
Call me the gay figure skate
My friend, feelings are obscene
He I stand naked in an alley
Naked like the North Pole
Naked like the truth
Smelling the rich scent of marquis
Looking noble during the day
Hyena by the night
Neither do I hate him
Nor the Eiffel tower
Just that I need more like Oliver
There is a slight Twist in how I'm now feeling
I'm growing and the same plate is getting smaller
This void space black holing me
Ain't getting full anytime or ever