Portrait
Apr 18, 2020
Black Woman, brewed up strong
- your sun-deep skin
estranged from the outside,
in this summer’s sunset
dust settles on your dreams.
The fingers of your left-hand
fancy reaching out, pursuing plundered passions
that give blood to life.
Your work is outside where dirt piles
Into dunes of doubt and stories of silence.
-a poem by nublaccsoul from Chickens Laying Eggs on The Roof (2019)
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