Bare with me, I ask,
As I learn to fight for Blackness
Drawn so naturally to me,
I'd forgotten how to defend her.
The notion that she might shock and offend
when she sweetly saunters into a room.
From the mounds of forty-two year-old mouths.
Madame, I'm sorry I didn't notice you,
Denormalizing me from my fellow countrymen.
Womanhood. You came to me overnight,
Found me, fondling, fingers,
tongues, body and blood.
Womanly: the way I wasn't a born.
Meeting and knowing I would do anything to keep you.
To defend the honor of your company.
Blackness, my flesh,
I didn't know.
I didn't know of your longing
Believing that you knew you had me,
The way in which I've always carried you.
And I'm making space for you,
A ménage-a-trois to make the carrion scream.
I will to be you both.