And the Women Said

And the women said watch as men call us lottery tickets

watch as they cash register us into gamble into played

out combinations of sweaty bills and pocket want

watch as they lick their lips for that better life

watch as they pout, when we don’t pay out.

When the bling of our breasts don’t make them

cheshire cat the same. When we got our own debts

that gotta be paid, to mirrors, to mommas, to the way our hearts

traffic light in the closet after we sold ourselves

whole

And the women said feel the way we became campfire

how we ghost storied into this dangerous beauty.

How them men can’t scrub out our smoke, how our blue learned

to burn slow, standstill like the moment between beggin and maybe.

Feel the way we soil into shovel, how we let ourselves be held even

after a matchbox tongue misspoke of our flames, even after we told flint,

you don’t live here no more. The women said feel how we are not open

fields waiting for their strike. They cannot not bury us

deep, call us things of war and be surprised

when we land mine.