From December, 2015

love poems: gold dust

my body is Africa men want to discover their roots through my waters so they tell me, ‘girl, i’ll make you weep for me.’ ‘girl, i’ll make you wet for me.’ they want to colonize my body but my flesh is my own my soul belongs to me my mouth is full of diamonds use your hands to dig into my earth your hands were meant to dig into my earth you will fight to say you belong to me wear me on fingers and necks and teeth cannot lick lips without tasting me i make these niggas remember they’re…