My Mother Was A Freedom Fighter

My Mother Was A Freedom Fighter

yesterday i was the toa river

where my grandmother rinsed her feet

and cupped water into her hands

toward her face

dripping down her chin

along, soft clay bet

sculpting a mother

A body bathing in daybreak,

bleeding beautiful

the fish skirt around her calves

dragonflies babble on her neck

the sun sets her skin ablaze

she howls toward the horizon

tomorrow

tomorrow

tomorrow

i will be a torch in my daughter

My Mother Was A Freedom Fighter


Books by Aja Monet in ALAWiT

My Mother Was A Freedom Fighter
Aja Monet

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