FOR HER
This poem is for the girl who like a missing tooth was invisibly visible,
Left on the sidewalk to cascade heated tears so hard it made sun skip shine for the day.
This poem is for the girl who is too thick, so slick, to thin, to smart, to pretty, too un-pretty too colored, too black, too white, too brown, too woman all too soon.
This poem is for the girl whose front tooth like the future that lies between the past and present stood gaped and half full.
This poem is for the girl whose color was too dark like the marmite spread her mama would saturate on white bread,
Her mahogany skin not wanted
Shunned in the nicest way possible
Exotic but not normal Tolerated but not honored
Accepted but not loved
This poem is for her bleached dreams.
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These words are for the girl whose body was too supple and refined
a girl’s soul cased in a woman’s body
as he rubbed himself on her insiders
softly at first, leisurely as he pleasured him self-only.
Kneaded her tits like bread-dough,
divided her legs like the second coming of Moses between red waters for his pleasure-only.
