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.