• Keyoka Kinzy

To all the people I want to cuss out:

I have not bent towards my inclinations.

There is honor in breathing

Big-tunnel breaths that reach my toenails.

I have not been weathered.

My fro has not been dented.

My skin, my mind, the fullness of my mouth

Has yet to be penetrated.

In me, I harness wind

To lift me above the concrete, above the infrastructure, above you.

We have not met each other yet.

You do not know I spent all night digging ditches.


To exhale and topple you over.

Then bury you, still talking loud, beneath the soil

That my mama and my mama’s mama and my mama’s mama’s mama

Will smooth over you and plant for me.


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