I am not in your own image
neither black nor white
I am not in your shadow
neither of sun nor moon
I am not in your shape
neither smooth nor sharp
But my body is a sea wave,
hold me if you can
and I become the roar between
your breasts and lips
I am your blade
to chop through the flesh
and then into your heart
I am your salt
to pour it on your wounds:
wounds of mind
I am your blood
to sip it while you sleep.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
neither black nor white
I am not in your shadow
neither of sun nor moon
I am not in your shape
neither smooth nor sharp
But my body is a sea wave,
hold me if you can
and I become the roar between
your breasts and lips
I am your blade
to chop through the flesh
and then into your heart
I am your salt
to pour it on your wounds:
wounds of mind
I am your blood
to sip it while you sleep.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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