Broke my finger when I touched myself Couldn’t find where the vulva was supposed to split And it was too slippery down there, Too foreign for my comfort Lost my voice when I called your name Lettering like kola nut in my mouth Slicing my tongue When I tried explaining myself To myself, or whoever […]

Work Woes

Whiteness masked as coloured-ness is not quite as violent as whiteness parading around as itself But it does make me wary in the same Guard your shit, and watch what you say Way that white supremacy does ‘The bus’ When I was too much Too Black, too full of myself You made me road-kill ‘of […]