Poetry Suite by Shatara Liora
"are you now made of flowers and white flames?"
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the wait
I broke myself in half to see if there was still honey inside of me
to see if there were still stars silently waiting
to see if I bled out gold
to see if there were still teeth lodged in
to see if the night lingered underneath my pores
to see if morning glory created daffodils there
to see if I was a flowerbed or a grave
to see if old lovers hid there
or new ones
who smelled
the honey
from a mile away
and wore masks
and carried bees in their mouths
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white sky x smoke
when you threw out your heart and got a new one
did it beat the same?
did the sun kiss your face again?
did you feel like a virgin again or a whore in a new dress?
did you wake up to nightmares that had you tangled up in the limbs of
different lovers?
do you have sage burning?
or are you now made of flowers and white flames?
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Black romona
she ate honeydew to make her body taste good to men
then she poured salt in their wounds
because her father told her to
because her mother went to the store and never came back
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texture
if only her little hands had touched kinky-haired dolls
as her delicate psyche formulated ideals
of beauty and feminism
if only western ideals had not ruptured her
did not weigh so much
did not make her feel she should pray
for blue eyes and porcelain skin
if only society
had put her on a pedestal too
if only she had not been taught
to despise
her own richness
and worship
any texture but her own
if only her scars did not still fester
for only the salves she herself makes
soothes them
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Read the Interview with Shatara Liora here.
Header image courtesy of Tim Okamura. To view his Artist Feature, go here.