That ain't no mirror

That ain’t no mirror. This ain’t no dream. I watch, but I don’t hurt inside. I knew my scream. Empty, flows my blood stream. I see my fleshing falling, slowly, a wax candle. They broke my arms and tied them backwards around a tree. “Burn Nigger bitch”! It’s they smiles that I see. They cut my womb open, held it upside down by its foot. Cut at the middle, at birth his manhood they took. They wrapped then dropped. My baby boy, they lynched with his cord. I heard him cry before I lost what I was supposed to give him. When I see the lord, I’ll thank him for not letting my baby suffer long. I’ll carry him through the gates as we follow heavens song. I’m black for the first time, brought on by blue fire and ashes. An uncorrupt child was asking- “Mama, what did she do”? She understands, but says what her husband would. “You’ll understand one day. They aren’t like me and you”. Unlike the burning bush, I am consumed. Completely. In death, I view my body from behind. My Spirit moves over that child, as innocent as mine. They leave. The smell of flesh follows them home. My baby and burned body are left to hang, Swinging alone. He’s born and killed early, but beautiful. From the light out stretches a hand. We were wrong this whole time. I am accepted as I am. I am welcomes into a familiar essence, woman not a man. This a mirror, god looking just like me. This that god in myself, I am finally free.