Am I really your darling
After all these years
Despite the blackheads on my nose
And my dark, tanned skin
Do you really want me still
With a child and a messy house
With hair clogging the drain
Beads and blocks on the floor
Do you like to see me
Clothes familiar and worn
No longer bothering with earrings
Hair like an African jungle
You know, I like you still
Your back, large over the kitchen sink
So very familiar
Making breakfast
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