coming out anthology 2006
No Title. (Sequel to "Not Yet UHURU)
My mind is like a Woman.
Ebony was her name and she was a pearl to find,
A rare black pearl formed in the bivalve mollusk in the desert of the Sahara.
All wide and rich was each grain of earth in her body
Curvacious as the sun dunes that blaze we gather our thoughts-
Women of air, past, present and future women singing in my mind.
She sings in my mind of sorrows unspoken and as a conveyor belt of our mental
hate-crimes: She answers to "Hey you," "Pussy," "Mother-cunt," and chants
in the visual cesspool of media frenzies
Sailing in her flared bohemian skirts.
She becomes my underground community of desperadoes and unflagging resistance.
I am like, "Woman!' and she talks to herself, rocking all the time,
Herself riddled in a radicalism mistaken for rebellion.
She had no desire to begin with, that she might rebel against.
She dances as she loses grip of the last shreds of pride left to her by the slave girls,
And they ask me, am I like Woman? My mind responds,
with nothing because everything is slipping through my throat and I too have been forced
to swallow the pill of false ivory civilization, the grains of earth lost and diluted extended space.
- Linda Vongai
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