A snap, a still, a shot

Picture me naked

Take a black and white polaroid

Take a digital still

Whatever it takes to capture me in your memory 

Imagine me incumbent

The rising political star

Set against the unholy poverty

That backdrop of heartache

I arch my back

Thrusting my hips toward your lens

My lips parted

As a whisper escapes 

My hands turned upward

Crawling towards integrity

I hear your shutter clicking away

In the softness of my neck

The light hits my birth mark

A bite left behind by nature's kiss

I establish my legitimacy

Fighting for credibility

Against all odds,

Against the wisdom induced by age

Will you take me seriously now?

As my scorching dark eyes

Burn a hole through your pages?

My body contorted 

To satisfy your desire for the unusual

With my legs grounded now,

I only allow you to see what I can control

This snapshot,

This still,

This synaptic message

Will be the synopsis of my story