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two poems by darlene anita scott


You have circled this mountain long enough. Now turn North.
Deuteronomy 2:3

Stop tucking yourself between
memory and maybe;
come out from the longing
for vagaries manufactured,
Stop peeking between the melons and sweet potatoes.
Say hello.
Call it Patience. Name it Waiting.
We don’t own time.
This is not an invitation.
I have no other way to call you except Need.
So draw flimsy lines
that darken into Soon; sharpen into Now.
Come like sun doesn’t need alarms, never chooses snooze;
shares the sky with the moon.
Above this navel—yes, I am Here
and these breasts—to be Life;
trace Its pressure along the curve of my neck.
And do not stop there.
Come like a start that stiffens the spine
out of the curl of sleep.
I have not waited or wondered

if you must know.


1. You have used your Teeth
a million times before
snatching at the gardens girls tend
and tuck just beneath the skin
of their thighs
so they will open to bloom at
whatever tilling, even yours.

2. No need to ask
if it’s okay.  Her lip, nipple,
the thin membrane
at her carotid will flower too
under the teeth of your rake.
Do not.  Bother.  To ask.

3. She gathers your smell,
the winged text of everything
you say (and don’t),
gospel and wine at her altar. 

5.  You are a burden she lays there
revisits just before she cancels the day
same way she did as a kid:
Now I lay me down to sleep…

6. And even if she dreams of you
because mostly she doesn’t,
she wakes up
wanting water.

7. Here is my body broken for you. 
No blood.  Just so much light. 
Emitting from every crack.
No worries, she knows you
prefer her in the dark.

The poems are from a collection that explores the Journey of good girls of color since "good girl" is a role rarely assigned to girls of color. Naming her and exploring her journey is to consider the implications of why she is so named and or made invisible.

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