when my body is mine i will tell them

with my belly&bones

            do not touch the de

            or let your hands burn black

            with your unsettlement

            there are      no metaphors      here
when i own my tongue i will sing

with throat&finger

            gobackwhereyoucamefrom

            for i will be

            where i am for
when i am aunty

i will say, jahjums,

            look what we made for you

            look what we carved from the earth

            to clean and to heal

            so you may have a place
and when i am dead

they

            will not

            say      my name
and when you are dead,

            you can have poems.