old young bones
i’m a southern girl i can’t help it.
black too. means my bones
are sad & rotting
in a field full of sunflowers.
born in Virginia
raised in North Carolina,
my body is full of love & racked
with oppression. i can taste
it in my mouth, it rolls between my
teeth, airy a hotbreath i can’t shake or
rinse from me. a history lives in my bones
that proceeds their creation & i don’t know
how to stomach it.
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Very heartfelt poem!
This is powerful. Thank you.
Love how you mix the internal and external until there’s no division between
I felt this so deeply. Thank you!
Powerful. Especially like:
with oppression. i can taste
it in my mouth, it rolls between my
teeth, airy a hotbreath i can’t shake or
rinse from me.
I love this!
I felt this, every bit of it.