“Let’s go and play. Mummy and daddy.”
No, lets dance.
“But I want to play mummy and daddy!”
But I want to dance!
“Okay, let’s dance”
Two toddlers grabbing their undeveloped bodies and moving to no rhythm in swirls that they had seen over and over on the silver screens. He held her tight just the way he had seen that white man do and tried to look at her with as much passion. She tried to look as graceful as possible. So graceful she would be the savvy beauty with the black mole above her upper lip, on the right side of her face. Then he would love her.
She felt him begin to love her when his hands slipped to her bottomless bottom and held tight just as he had seen it on the silver screens. He pushed her on the wall and they kissed, slobbers, but passionate just as they had seen it.
Then they took off their clothes and did it just as they had seen it.
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