I was jealous of her milk complexion and her touch
that rose the hairs on any man's skin. I was jealous
of the ballon in her golden curls as they followed
her elegant sashay wherever she set her tiny,
pretty feet one after the other like a spell.
I was jealous even though I was told the sun had
blessed my skin and no ordinary man could handle
my stare let alone my electric touch.
I was jealous even though I was told my coils told
stories only my ancestors could appreciate.
I was jealous even though I was told I had the stride
and stealth of a lioness in the wild and my feet danced
to the heartbeat of the mother nature.
And in one perfect moment one perfect day
I was jealous no more.