Learning to read again.

 So no one can hide the

 answers from me between

  the leaves of a book

  rotting with mould

Do not hate me

 that I choose to hide out

 in my most natural form.

  My ancestors are dead

  with my shame.

Sepia lusts after my skin

 On this hour I bare my body

 Vintage dusk kisses dew

  on my woman parts,

   ticklish-

   tasting like sweet

    plantation sugar.

sell me to not the highest

 bidder. Whip me not for

 wanting to bare my self

  to be naked 

  to the naked words

   writhing across these

   pages.

As the scars

written across

this black back.