"Si me muero, no quiero que este tragíco país se trague mis huesos... por lo menos para fortalecer los gusanos de allá y no los de acá” - Julia de Burgos

poetry sweet as sugar cane
sharp as the migrant’s machete
cutting away distances  
between  
the statue’s sadness  
and the shame  
of the masters  
madness mixing cold cement
mossaic pale with pure coal  
black ink and hair of kink  
beauty queen with full lips  
and swaying hips  
stolen  
by the white king’s cold grip  
searing dark flesh sinking  
drinking into clear caribbean water  
turned to wine to battle  
invincible currents  
and escape the grasp  
of their slave ships  
rising once more  
from below  
naked as nature  
free as the sea  
and alive as art  
with sacred heart still beating  
to begin a new awakening  
with your beloved body  
un-broken and forever
bronzed   

(not4)Prophet