out of body (NPM2017 # 5)

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my body

my black girl body

has never been mine

stands in need of reclamation

is a site of oppression

a battlefield

to be conquered

bartered

criminalized

minimized

trivialized

made a chariture

masking your desire

to consume the very

vessel that surrounds my divinity

my body

has borne

bears

endured

endures

your scorn

as you prodded probed paraded it

shackled

breaking it into broken

killing it to dead

crucified it in trees

strange fruit indeed

eating me with appropriation

murdering the thought

and reality of me

my body

sport

commodity

producer of profit

labor

replicable

injected into lips and hips

riding waves of

invisibility worn

like skin

my body has never

been my resting place

transient in existence

not here

can’t be

sequestered behind the veil

waiting for manumission

my body

a universe

a miracle

of patience

a pinnacle of persistence

a concise canvas

charting your aggression

my body

has signed its own

freedom papers

stole away

followed the moss on

the tree

caught the freedom train

crossed over

under the north star

i am not nasty

i am divine

my body

is mine

my black girl divine

majick is mine

my body

my vessel

my body

mine

when i pass

bow and beware

the stars

falling from my

hair

About Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

I create; therefore I am.
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