Alexandria Victoria Long
The Hotep Vs Zora’s Ghost
He said – Jesus was black. –
I said – Jesus was not black but what?
He held his enormous brown dick & said my parents are white.
says that – I worship the sun & the alabaster slut of Babylon.
He says that – I sleep on the ground because that is where I was conceived.
He looks to sky and tickles his ass with a dream catcher, He massages his balls & says – music heals everyone but me.
He stands in the sun like a bronze statue reflecting like a golden bastard. He says – No. I don’t know who I am- but am certain- I am nothing.
He says – No. I just masturbate in the flesh of empaths and resent
my ring finger.
He says – your skin is dark but your words are white.
I say – you have the soul of a mystic
rapist. You are a sperm shooting emotional colonist.
He says – Yes, I am Godless. I am pain, I smell like the first shit I ever took.
I say – I tried to change
your diaper and keep you
in my prayers.
I say –You are gaunt like a dalit waif and a whisper of a man.
He says – It’s because I only eats
honey buns, and fear attachment.
I say – seek redemption in the womb
of a witch. He says – I’m an ancient bird, an asteroid, and unwilling to create.
I say – I’m the ghost of Nefertiti and I’ll vomit a curse on you.
Alexandria Victoria Long is several things, some of which are Dyslexic, Afro-Panamanian, peripatetic, and a Jazz head. She is currently studying English at glacial speed in the new England area. her poems have appeared in Brown Molasses Sunday – An anthology of Black women writers and Stories Without Roofs/Writing Home a production of Ministry of Theater.