My_World's_Women

Black woman I've failed you I've not found a way out of my 18th century dungeon cell By conditioning I've abandoned everyone I've turned my weakness to madness I've Lost my first born to the care of Nazi starlets I've made allies with the matrons in the prison clinics I've been fitted with the dinner jackets of house servants And tycoon mixers I've sat idle as the village The ancestral cradle Was rezoned I've submitted traditional song to the staff writers of mans blight forevermore who resolve our collective memory and rapidly scorned fees But you deserve more A stomach full of direct sun A marvel block carved into your likeness... Nubian kings huddled at your primordial oven With tunneled skies to your inner ear adjacent star nebula As their birth certifcate As their hand drawn self-portrait Genuflecting followers who submerge your feet in kisses Their points of view engorged Heavy with volumes of fact-checked personal prayers Betangled bushes Being hugged childproof with opened heads And a lover enhanced or Ever exchanging with your dynamo But instead there's this Preschool day homes hosting blind cut labatomies Identity affirmations from the etherized wives of African problems Greek bathhouse timeshare owners Fighting in style Rolling their necks Sucking their teeth Snapping fingers Those wagging wands of incandescent power And us adrift Lines of codes abridged Correlated as hermetically sealed servings of bespoken content Your enflamed lips as gerter To thw father of gynocology's medieval playhouse Black Woman I've failed you I've not found a way out of my resized 21st century profile pic A long con I've abbreviated colonial periods with inflattering song structures I had sold mama's house to yuppy playwrites of science fiction By vomiting embalming slush into a body mold I have offered the pseudo-self A warped take on the outlier A gene jumble A fulcrum of web 2.0 patchwork A petrifying shot to woe your figurine Black man as organ farm But you deserve more