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 18 african Voices