(After June Jordan)
these poems
were born
in Babylonthese poems
were swaddled
in bloodthese poems
grow teeth
at nightthese poems
gnaw at me
like termitesthese poems
will not shimmer
will not salvage
will not seduce—but strike fast
like a machete
or a bullet
or a stone
hurled by Cain.these poems
will wound
will cauterize
will abradethese poems
will leave
a mark
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no woman's land
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