Black Looks - Including an African LGBTIQ+ Archive

Poetry

Bully boy

Against the Wall
You heave
I weave
Can’t breathe
You push
say hush
get behind the bush
On my knees
you squeeze
I sneeze
My head
Feels like lead
Am I dead?
On a roll
thought I had soul
dig like a mole
into a hole
Rise up
Get stuck
Beat the buck!
What the fuck!

2 Comments

  1. *Applause* I like it.

    (ps you got soul) (smile)

  2. Yea – sometimes it just comes out – you know you get pushed and wow it’s like a huge waterfall – the power of words and feelings – the empowerment of womanhood!