I am black woman with red cheeks.
It was Sunday and I looked so beautiful. I walked into church with a fitting white shirt and a tight red skirt with bright red heels. All eyes were on me, I pretended not to notice but I did.
I sat beside a very handsome fellow, feeling proud. The pastor gave him a mic to answer a question, then we stood up to worship. I ate beans that morning, and my meal announced itself loudly as i stood. Into the mic in his hand.
I am a black woman with permanent red cheeks.