I am

By Dawn Watts
Spring 2021 | Poetry

born on the horizon line

an east coast baby cries

she is black

onyx spirit of soft stone

malleable as clay

candy coated flesh

of sienna lacquer divine

her mind clear even

in the balance of her

queer nature women & men

divine & divided equally

into a desire of both of one

blessed beloved

full-bodied flavorful design

thick lips hips & legs

short-stacked among giants

when she falls she falls deep

deep in voids with a mouth

open wide wider widen

long fevers of growing old

yet forever the baby will

cry in a fog of memory

wait for the respite

burning off bright by

the rising sun

Dawn Watts creates poetry and prose. She has been published in Serotonin, Stone of Madness Press, and Tealight Press. Poems are forthcoming in Melbourne Culture Corner and Mixed Mag. She lives in Chester Pennsylvania and can be found on Twitter at @wattswritten.

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