A Small Grouping Of Poems
Why was I made?
Black
And woman
In a world that despises me
Why was I tempted?
All those moons ago
To fruit I could not eat
Why was sore
Made my birthright?
Fatigue, my inheritance?
I only want to understand
-Why
I will make my pain art
I will harden my tears
into diamond earrings
I will use my joy
As clothing
My breath
As adornment
With my last cry I will entertain you
But what will you do
When I’m gone?
-Ghosts
Loving myself has been taking an odyssey.
Shape-shifting.
Swallowing salt.
Stormwalking
How on Earth is someone else going to follow me?
Going to retrace this?
-It baffles me
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