The moon god's light is all over the village.
I have to be up and about
in this wee hour of the morning
to lovingly caress my strands
and lavish my skin
with sweet coconut oil.
The tall Caucasian man visited our tribe
on the fourth day of this week.
He said he will be back today
to teach me how to read this thing he calls book.
Oh gee! I love to touch his curly brown locks
and stare at his blue eyes.
Something in the way he gazes at my body
sends a tingly sensation inside of me.
Oh yes, he smells extremely masculine!
Unlike the men around here
whose breath reek of tobacco
and wild boar's stench.
Today, I will tell him who I am.
My Ina named me after the goddess of the moon
whose beauty illumines the entire kingdom of
Image Credit: Monhegan's Schoolteacher, 2004 by Jamie Wyeth