Noura Jaber | Two Poems
A Warning
The name sing to us
from the bottom of the asphalt
river
an Aria
of last breath bubbling
to the surface
Keep the name
out your mouth.
Our dead don’t surrender themselves
that easy.
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Tale of the Castrater
they say she
cut off a catcalling man’s
dick quicker than his tongue
make a mockery
of her holy
body.
they say she
take i don’t fuck
with fuckboys
just a little bit
further they say she
make the boys cry
blood. i say the boys
not the point of the story tho.
around this neighborhood
people call her
ruthless/i call her
the brightest
guardian angel
on these streets
she say she
don’t want nobody
fucking with her
in these streets/he say damn!
that sundress
make yo booty look FAT.
he not from around here
he don’t know
her sundress
harbor a machete.