what
massacre
happens to my son
between
him
living within my skin.
drinking my cells.
my water.
my organs.
and
his soft psyche turning cruel.
does he not remember
he is half woman.
– from
Artwork by Laolu NYC
waheed, nayyirah from Salt.
Poets Corner: From by Nayyirah Waheed
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