Reclaim

We will reclaim our bodies We will reclaim ourselves from our despair Stop pretending to save us, we don’t need your sympathies You all oppress us men. Black, Brown, White, whatever ‘Freedom’, a term invested by and secured only for some We’re reclaiming our bodies From the claws of a dirty past A dirty story,…

Dear girls (woman freedom)

It has been a long tough struggle Being told to conserve all the womanness in you So that one day someone comes and gives you means to live for Not now, not ever will this thought be renewed These policed bodies will eventually tire out And are tired out From the propaganda of shame you…

Why did God create women

Why did God create women, To bear the burdens of the bastard nation? Their unruly pulses, palaces of red, bled on a battle field Lips utter soft nothings to the unconscious hardworking boy Who becomes a man from the slavery of someone’s womb So much invested in this boy, It cannot be wasted by breasts…

Ugly

Jaws, ache, neck cranes, Bodies reflect on things they can’t have Things that, when left too late Mature into something unimproved Like unrevised stories The artist throwing her canvas in despair Nothing has changed The ugly duckling didn’t develop into a swan So stop feeding us those goddamn lies

A letter to White people

I sit in the cinema surrounded by the sounds of tears, Belonging to White people Oh so now they’ve watched a film about slavery, their eyes fogged See themselves as separate to those on our shared screen Burning into our eyes, the sound of breaking, bleeding, skin A new moral high ground they sit on…