Ditto.

Silence breaking
across DNA, a liquid legacy
que weda
tu sabes? una cosa sola?
and the
rich white girl?
I am the rock under her feet.
Not the feet.

I know the taste of your flesh
Brown.
Delicious
like survival.

Is she warm too?
White and wide
like a mountain.
Does she do it well?
a quiet saint, a wet virgin
Holy and whole
And
clean.

My love
is
obscene.

For the smallest crack
take your sacred gaze
and
forget me.

Fuck these risks.
The poem I delivered.
The heavy heart.

I'll raise your babies.
And remember my ghetto.
singing scars,
in
lowrider cars.

My battle
beats
in
another day
where
my smile has thrived.