African Voices Summer 2017 AV Summer 2017 Digital Issue | Page 18

yeye
looks at my brother and me
and whispers
my bombs little ones are laced with shrapnel pellets of organic shit
straight from the backside
of those three german shepherds sleeping under my kitchen table
I will keep growing like the anti-american backslider I am
And when I can’t grow
when these hands cannot shatter a path through cement
I will die
a woman
I will die A WOMAN
I WILL DIE A WOMAN
unable to be genetically modified
by man
© 2017 Mawiyah Kai EL-Jamah Bomani
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