decolonial poetics (avant gubba)

1 February 2017

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.

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