I could gift you broken dishes
Stained in crimson and ecru

Would hold them in your soft fingers
Pliant / tenderly caressing the cracked edges
Of old bowls and plates empty of
Nourishment or reciprocity
Pricking your hands, stealing
Beads of your life
Your voice, your calm
Deep shades of ruby red
Drizzling down your palms
Into my mouth

Still, you stand
With nothing but a soft smile for me
And no more room left
For you

Published by Sunshine

Sunny Scape is a safe space for Black women and queer folks. I am committed to eradicating intersecting systems of oppression that overwhelmingly affect people like myself, and doing so in a way that centers the most marginalized of us. That means that I am an activist on behalf of Black and brown queer and trans folks, children, sex workers, disabled folks, people of low socioeconomic status, currently and formerly imprisoned people, and countless others who are pushed to the back burners and relegated to second-class citizenship. This blog and everything within it is absolutely inseparable from the liberation efforts of all the aforementioned groups of people.

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