Lyric Fire: Why Men Like Hairy Legs – A Rambling Poem

At 18, uncertainty was assured

Innocence ignored like curfews

and illuminated street lights


We were young


Bodies mirrored untraveled curvy roads

So we took day trips that lasted weeks

Sometimes a month or two

Until we ran out of gas


Then we refueled in another town

Dazzled by new scenery

Tickled by texture

Tortured with tightness


In secret we questioned our affinity

Pondered the meaning of dreams

Filled with leg locks

Shades of brown, red and gold


But we remember the charcoal color most

Dark and shiny

Boasting of rebellion

Feeling good against our man skin



Rubbing troubles away

Like kittens nuzzling

Against us

Leading us into a fantasy



We were in our element

At home

Being inside and surrounded

Yet exposed

But still safe



The protector protected

By warrior woman





Oblivious to her own power

And beauty


But now as we stroke smoothness

Still in awe

But longing for the past



We sadly eye

The bottles, creams

And devices

That killed our buzz

Cut off our link

To the exotic


Pleasures of youth



We are now conscious

Awake and aware

Of too much

And expectant

Of perceived perfection


But when we are away

Alone on walks

Or underneath our cars


Our minds wander

We roam backwards

Touching the untamed


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Comments (10 Responses)

  1. “We roam backwards touching the untamed remembering”
    the freedom, the newness, the unfettered hopes and dreams . . . We are in the moment. Even when we have regrets moving forward, is there a better place to be than in the moment?
    I drifted away on your words, Tameka. Thank you for making me realize I’m as young as I feel in my heart.
    Blessings always!

  2. Leah says:

    The untamed remembering…I absolutely love this poem. You are amazing Tameka. My youth just flashed before my eyesβ€”even igniting smells. Powerful chica. Powerful!
    Love love love you!!!

  3. Leah! I have been so busy that I had to steal the time to write this. I was aching with pain because I missed writing poetry so much! This piece was inspired by a lyric from a song called Soul Food by a group called Goodie Mob. It reminded me of being in high school and guys liking my hairy legs! I of course hated my legs back then. I was too young to see my own beauty! So happy that you liked this! Love you too mama!

  4. Yes Martha! You got it! Thanks for taking some time to be in my poetic world today! You are as young as you feel dear! Always! πŸ™‚

  5. Jennifer says:

    You’re so talented!!!!!!

  6. Awww, thanks mamita! So are you! πŸ™‚

  7. Dawn says:

    Ohhh the journeys! What a fascinating analogy you created here. As I read, my mind leaped to thumbnail sketches throughout my life…those defining moments….and the ones that were random in a happy or sad manner. We tread a colorful path, each of us. I always imagine that we weave energetic tapestry with the life journey. πŸ™‚
    – Dawn

  8. This is so true Dawn: ” We tread a colorful path, each of us.” Sometimes when we have advanced in life we forget about the goodness of our innocence, but it was then that we learned to dream. We should never forget the times before we arched our eyebrows or shaved our legs! πŸ™‚

  9. Adriene says:

    Interesting as ever, Tameka! Thank goodness my legs were never very hairy so I didn’t have to bother with any of it ;p

  10. LOL! Hey Sweepy! Lucky you! Actually hairy legs can be a symbol for unpierced ears, life before makeup, eyebrow arching and all of those things we graduate to doing to when we become women. Those things accentuate our beauty, but we were still beautiful without them and men remember us in our innocent stage quite fondly mostly. Thanks for stopping by! πŸ™‚

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