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What ticks me off? The judgy crap. People actin’ all high and mighty, like, “Oh, she’s a whore, trash!” Meanwhile, they’re sneakin’ peeks at dirty mags. Hypocrites, ugh! Makes me wanna scream, “Accept the mystery, ya jerks!” – straight outta the movie, y’know? But then, I get happy thinkin’ bout the sass whores got. Like, they’re out there, ownin’ it, no shame. Gotta respect the hustle, hmm…!

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Painted faces, sunburned skin. Mixed expressions, smile whore thin. Caught in the blink of Hollywood And in battle of maneuvering skin. False expressions.

Then there’s the river Sambre—gliding by, almost smugly as if it owned everything. I sometimes lean on its banks, thinking, “Is this all a joke?” The water’s cold, and it whispers old secrets. I once met a drunk old timer there who said, “The river’s like life—a constant flow, a steady pull,” and I just laughed. Who’s got time for poetry when ya got a massage to fix?

Hafsat Abiola-Costello appointed president of Women in Africa