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for Gwendolyn Brooks
We made of labor we body like queen ants we contain destinies we expel we made of pasta we of starch we of what will be fat we of the sweat that clouds the eyes but pleases the mouth we birth exertion like white sharks make predators we ready to attack we skin we white teeth the world into our bodies we bloom carbs we made of an X-ray we diagnosis we decide to create and then to explode and create again and again we purpose our stomachs we become a fighting dog we rabid in our bodies we eat unborn generations we contain whales singing a cyst into reality we bring life where there is usually future we cave our bodies from inside we evaporate while scratching we crawl existence we real genetics we sad from within we made of woman screaming nipples into reality we screaming curves alive we glow uterus we sway scales we tip balances we dare a chair to break we break