Genre: Race and Love
3 SONS by Natalia Mwananshiku
She looked like a nightmare yearning to be a dream
The sun was her lover
The moon Her mother
Her voice sounded like a millions deaths
Her skin was the colour of soil
Beneath the stars
Hid away from the moon
Her back pressed against the dirt
She planted her feet into the ground
Her breasts pointed towards the sky
She would place her
Cold fingertips
Upon a warm clitoras
And they would dance
Her body rattled
She would end up face down
Hips up
The sun burning her crotch
Men would walk by and stare
A woman wearing her body so freely
Unashamed of her breasts
Her buttocks
She clothed herself in loose fitting fabric
Her naval sitting on a flashy stomach
Would be left out to tease the sun
And he would burn
Burn with rage jealousy and love
He would hide behind clouds
As though hoping she wouldn't see him
Her children had eyes that held fire
Melanated Skin that absorbed the sun
They're skin was like the night sky
Dark
Yet it glowed
She had pushed for eight hours
Fire burning in her womb
Fluid pouring from her vagina
Watering the garden
Each son falling into a bed of roses
Three
Sons
Of the sun
Grew like Shaka
Tall dark and broad
Spoke like Williams
Thought like kings
In a world full of boys
Who
Grew like Shaka
Thought like Rhodes
And Spoke Like rapists
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