is your heart happy? What colour is your soul?

Where does it hurt? 

Somewhere between here, here & here 

You point to the graveyard 

You call it a body 

Walking eclipse, belly full of poems 

Your jaw is tired. Too many apologies 

You beg for forgiveness 

Maybe this is the day you’ll finally learn how to wear this 

These days you’re all ocean 

Giving & giving & giving 

Inhale
Is your heart happy? 

What colour is your soul? 

Is she hiding between your thighs? 

Exhale 

Point to where it hurts 

Self- medicate 

Here, here & here. 

 

[Sarah Aluko, 'Where does it hurt', from Firstborn]