were you f o o l i s h enough to think
that i would be beautiful
when you broke me?
did you think that i would
break cleanly? that there would
be no jagged edges
screaming for your blood?
did you think that your
mocking laughter would slice
my brown skin into thin slivers
without me twining myself
into a noose for you?
did you think you could
make me trace the footsteps
of my ancestors; bathe myself
in gasoline and light the match
with your name on my cracked lips?
your eyes are not the ocean
and i will not drown
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