Heavy Seas Benchy

Don't Judge, Working for Groceries She climbed aboard that tiny boat,the Benchy barely built to float,but baby, she brought all the grace—hips like rhythm, smile on her face. The Benchy wobbled, creaked, then swayed,but held her like the sea obeyed. The sun was bold, the speakers loud,her laughter floating through the crowd.She didn’t care who stared or scoffed,she danced—she soared—the dock went soft. Booty bounced with ocean’s beat,barefoot spinning, owning heat. No shame, no hush, no need to shrink—just joy that made the whole bay blink.A heavy queen, alive, unbothered,as seagulls circled, awed, and hollered. And if you saw her, you'd believe—the ocean, too, can heave and breathe.