mami is dominicana; birthed from the sea foam she crawled through the clay and the sand and when she turned eighteen the current pushed her into the mainland called estados unidos

"tu mami haría que los chicos se desmayen"

crafted by the virgen de la altagracia herself- soft lips bouncy curls and skin that looked like melted bronze in the sunlight

she was a vision of la isla bonita: her hair smells like coconut the silent sound of salsa & samba soon growing louder and louder until it takes refuge in your ears you'd smell the sugar hanging from her words the dominican cinnamon tan clinging onto her body abuela says she used to vex all the men into her voodoo trap but mami sais shes done with brujería now that she has pops

mami is sweeter then azucar; cotton candy compliments, honeysuckle hugs, syrup filled words that would ooze out of her pink lips soft and slow like molasses

she'd kiss me on the head and tell me "te amaré para siempre cariño"

and i would believe it