She labors for the / small coins, to use her blackbody as surrogate for / elevated white women, who insist she nourish what their whiteness has wrought.

We stay ready – we don’t need to get ready. We spring after winter, a breeze of / competition. Eyes prying youth open to look inside at our becoming, hips spreading womanhood / wide east & west.

don’t talk don’t even blink / don’t be sing or seem i mean / the typa that also makes you / contagious