Let us not be scared
of men who make our socks
wrinkle,
Let us not be scared
of wild fauna that spark
envy in the field of fire-

flies, swarming around a white
man / sion, scion eon scissors
cutting the damaged packaged open

to find a potential powder or SPARK
or letter denouncing the end of an era,
where men make the decision to END

the life of a woman, whoa man you for-
got to plot the last (g)rapes on the vine,
juicy and blacker than blood on the ground

of a white person’s backyard, where they
accidentally dropped a glass of wine, care-
less mess of a man, let us not be scared

let us not be sacred. Let our bones
find a home where there is no asking
for fear anymore. Where white

turns to stone.