Who cares for words
wrapped in pages
with lines
without
Who cares for these
words
stunted
“Cant get no further than this page, neva gine see the outside world”
“these babies is mine”
My babies
To Rock a bye bye
To birth and kill between the pages of a musty
dusty
old school book
kept in de company of notes
from lectures
dem ancestors
who cares for words
that speak of a vagina
my Vagina
who cares
the termites eating pussy
My words…
It oozing out dem mout
De blankets looking tattered
“De babies getting cold and old”
Too late to think bout abortion
should have done that
in de back of the class
ripped it from my womb
and pull out it fucking heart
Watch it beat
it last beat

These Fucking words only
more fucking words
who de fuck care
i clasp my hands and pray
for these babies
these bastard babies…
That goin die