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In the beginning her tears were the long
awaited rains of a parched Somali village.
Red dusted children danced shadows in the
newfound mounds of mascara that eclipsed
her face, reflected in the smogged glass of
Carlos' East Street bodega.
Learning to love she had forgotten to cry,
seldom hearing the distant thunder in her
lover's ambivalent sighs. He was not honest.
She was not sure. A great grandfather had
sacrificed the family's clarity for gold in the
late 1800s. Nonetheless, she had allowed
him to mispronounce her name, which had
eventually led to her misinterpreting her
own dreams and later doubting them. But
the night was young.
She, the first-born daughter of water, faced
darkness and smiled. Took mystery as her
lover and raised light as her child. Man that
shit was wild. You should have seen how
they ran. She woke up in an alley with a gun
in her hand. Tupac in lotus form, Ennis' blood
on his hands.
She woke up on a vessel, the land behind her,
the sun within her, water beneath her, mushed
corn for dinner. Or was it breakfast? Her stomach
turned, as if a compass. She prayed east and lay
there breathless. They threw her overboard for
dead. She swam silently and fled into the blue Si
-saul williams
awaited rains of a parched Somali village.
Red dusted children danced shadows in the
newfound mounds of mascara that eclipsed
her face, reflected in the smogged glass of
Carlos' East Street bodega.
Learning to love she had forgotten to cry,
seldom hearing the distant thunder in her
lover's ambivalent sighs. He was not honest.
She was not sure. A great grandfather had
sacrificed the family's clarity for gold in the
late 1800s. Nonetheless, she had allowed
him to mispronounce her name, which had
eventually led to her misinterpreting her
own dreams and later doubting them. But
the night was young.
She, the first-born daughter of water, faced
darkness and smiled. Took mystery as her
lover and raised light as her child. Man that
shit was wild. You should have seen how
they ran. She woke up in an alley with a gun
in her hand. Tupac in lotus form, Ennis' blood
on his hands.
She woke up on a vessel, the land behind her,
the sun within her, water beneath her, mushed
corn for dinner. Or was it breakfast? Her stomach
turned, as if a compass. She prayed east and lay
there breathless. They threw her overboard for
dead. She swam silently and fled into the blue Si
-saul williams