by Starr Davis

You, On the A-Train

I wonder what you look like in the shower,
Beautiful.
Beads of water falling off your curves like
crystals on mountaintops, free from all
restraints of spandex bras and layers of
sand weighing down the shores of your womanhood,
Prowess.

All day you convince the sea you are not
the goddess, that blind spot, distraction of waves,
you desirable rib of man, scaled with sorrow,
clammed inside a shell, hollow mask of someone
who once was beauty mishandled, now circumcised
from life.

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starrStarr Davis is a poet, blogger, and freelance writer living in New York City. She attended the University of Akron and received her BA in Journalism and currently attends City College of New York pursuing her MFA in Creative Writing. Her work has been featured in Kaylani: Literary Magazine For Women of Color, The Promoethean, and Black Bride Magazine. For more updates, Starr can be reached at @metaphorqueen__ on Twitter.

 

 

(featured image of woman in the water by Aspen Plummer)
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