The Universe within the Black Woman Zelalem Waritu
I was disillusioned to think I was ever seen as a human being in vivo, in vitro
Peeling, stripping my skin He fixes his gaze on me
I am an object among other objects
Just a vessel, a warm body: two breasts and a pussy The real world never thought I deserved or had a right to have a share His blade cut through me Hard and fast
He tore through me
Gutted and exploded Now you see me, now you don’t I was a nervous wreck
Shaking at the slightest alert
It burned my skin, it burned me from within How could I ever let myself be taken? Deep within me
I could feel his white seed swirl
Within the dark depths of my black womb
I prayed the white seed did not make itself at home
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