afrodite.
story goes that my ancestors rubbed pepper into their eyes
rubbed pepper into the eyes of their horses
then
mounted them
and the horses took them
away
i have no recollection which ancestors’ blood i carry in me
of who died for me to be here
the atlantic splinters my family and i have so much wood in my blood and flesh
yesterday i woke up
/the morning water of the nile flowing between my two front teeth
stenciled thick black lines around my sleepy eyes
melted soft red lines around my lips
afro a golden halo
sun in gemini
moon in cancer
venus in afro
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