Like Ted Hughes when he told Sylvia You're your Subject.

What's it like for you to Feel the Scales

of a Just Word? Je pense qui I Know How

through Reverse Analogy.  I Felt Full

Strength the Burn Sensation, High and Low

did they Lacerate me top to Bottom

when the Stalker did stare at my Thighs and Loins

and obliged me to accept a Dyed Cloth.

Forced Romance between Giraffe and Lion.

"Take your Position in the Safari

I'm the Predator. You are my Quarry."

A True Transcript from African Lineage
enacted with Colonial Privilege

To Tell of Woes in Academia. Like Ted Hughes

when he said, Sylvia You're your Subject. 

La Llorona Drops By My Lyrical Hoes

Leave me alone. I’m just writing poems.

Nothing illegal here, nothing at all,

but scribing for my people is all I’m

capable of, not much else after all

Yo, I'm just another lyrical Hoe,

a half breed Mexican Indian whew,

a historical non-entity, shrew,

whatteva. When it all comes down again,

I’ll remember the slight annoyances,

the tongue depressor inside of my mouth,

woman-of-coloreds are so desirable.

A haunting female is crossing the page.

She's my madrina. Her cries are mine
and this--my territory to avenge her.