The other day my darling Aunt reminded me of something which I have managed to forget for the most part.
Something which I try to disguise, by wearing outfits that draw attention away from the offending area and over to more aesthetically-pleasing regions.
Something, which I had buried deep in the recesses of my psyche for a little while until, of course, she slap-patted me on the right buttock and giggled

"Heehee! Such a flat botcy!"

I ignored the snickers of my Grandfather's housekeeper, and took it in stride.

My father was the one who first brought my mediocre booty to my attention, and at the time, it only served to lessen my fragile teenage self-image.

But I think the time has come for me to stop running from myself and just accept it...yes, I am a black woman with an uncharacteristically flat ass.
However, now I will make sure that whatever I lack in protrusion, I'll make up for, in enthusiasm.

I may be moved to write a poem about this sometime in the future.