Extract:
from A Rose in Harlem

There is a rose in Harlem
With twigs in her eyes
Twisting her tongue, talking candles
Photographing her ovaries on my essence
She prayed in French whispers
With baby angels pouring libations on her nipples
Spelling children in a Cuban dialect
Blowing eternities through African villages
Filled with bamboo songs

I once had a glimpse of her wings
Calling my melanin collect
With seventeen syllable movements

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