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Generations I. Souf I come from southern baptist women bred on sunday dinners and bootleg liquor church picnics in Norf Carolina slow grinds to Muddy Waters in jukes, Jezebel women butterflied into evangelists giving baptisms in cherokee rivers big legs baking in high heel shoes thundering dirt roads sensitive to sex and men with oak tree backs who dance spider kisses across their neck black widow out of wedlock women swaddling babies in psalms spanking them with revelations sweating watermelon juice into picnic baskets pouring negro hymns into collard greens dressed in white jingling tambourines spilling the spirits of Pentecost slain with silence, women threading midnights together to find peace Carolina Ibo women with scarlet eyes etching stars into the night with the tears of a panther My belly is filled with their screams My belly is filled with their songs II. Norf I come from Norf Philly women bread on dirt and danger street fights in classrooms tongue tussles under full moons 6 brothers 5 sisters 4 different fathers 2 bedroom apartment women concrete jungle amazonians kicking ass circling street lights in cigarette smoke spearing rapists with survivor in their eyes daughters of a domestic worker stitching ragdolls from table cloths song-less soprano women breathing amazing grace into stairwells poor but hip women spitting curses like seeds sweet sex smells perfuming the air of rent parties gifting children to chaos to birth the possibility of tomorrows my back don’t break women working till blood runs from their eyes and spells pour from their fingers North Philly Nubian women with sangria mouths french kissing the night with the tongue of a lioness My bones are heavy with their dance My bones are heavy with their daggers