there's these arms
wrapped around
each others'
heads
and at times they look like lovers
but they are daughters, mothers
the arms - three - cut,
choke, slice
they form diamonds over purple eyes
wailing, shrieking, leaking salt
(both in and out the designated space)
index and pinky
strike, point; blank; fight
and all we've seen within our seven sights
manifests,
these women know
the All that all women know
and with the fleshy parts of them allowed to speak
they are
Speaking -
fleshing words out of stacked fists
as their brothers do
scratching sentences from throats
carving mouthfuls out of teeth
for centuries we've been taught
to be seen and not heard
so we will be seen.
and we will not be unseen.
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