For Sarah Baartman

One Two
one two (ah)
Body hurting
Seem the wold is still turning
A witch that would it burn
to be. and to be woman
To be permanently stuck in the skin of a sinner
like bitter cinnamon
and broken my … into splinters
Is it because i’m magic and my veins are not blue?
Sisters and hoes know the woes is the same
If you, you found me slaying but you still say my name
what if i sang about the woman that he brought at home too
i’ve been crying for my brothers but i cry for me too
even though we were… who taught sun to get melodical
i’m plenty blended but dont call me exotico
like i was half black and half beautiful
its so methodical i find it diabolical
only encrypted in the code its biological
You strip the pride that is rising in my follicles
but these curves are not a caricature for your capitalizing or decolonize me
as a western a metropolis yes down to … mississipi all the way down to the
west
i feel my back is breaking and and. yanking my chest
the fruit is getting stranger and the streets never rest
but this is for you
Sarah Baartman you’re an art to this marksmen
show you in the town square put you up to