this is for those of us baked
with a little too much salt
brown girls/with tender heads
with white mama’s who tried/so hard
to make us/sit still now
let me try and get this comb through
your hair/for those of us who love
the graceful thunder of our bodies
but who can’t quite catch/a reflection
look/nobody asked us/did we want to
show like this/no/but we do/everyday
even when it pains/when somewhere
out there/one of our faces/missing
for those of us who pour all our being
into invention/so many hungry girls
copying words like/obsidian/temper
bold/from the dictionary into notebooks
this is for those of us who want/more
who taste like too much/everything
who speak like scissors/slicing
a pair of fresh jeans/who dream
throats/ribs/impossible angles
this is for those of us who crave/music
who press our ears to dryers in winter
the thumping chest of a day
a wall of honeysuckle/buzzing with nectar
this is for those of us thrust/into movement
for those/discovering/brave ones
always reaching/always finding
the humming insides of things
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