Midnight Star
Through my lips a black man is born
He parts me
Takes parts of me
And fills me with his seed
I have no need for rest
My breasts feed him love
And even though I am blinded by his, I’m not blind to his pain
Etched on his back are the lashes of oppression
So I make it my obsession to not just value possessions, but value him
A black man
Hand-dipped by God
So I don’t found it odd they seek to break him
He is
Craved from the earth
Smoothed by my touch
Hung out to dry by the ones who would lie
Or have the gall and audacity to deny
That even though he bends, a black man won’t break
He takes
Me by my waist just to get a taste of the black love we make
Pushing and pulling he slides into my heart and no longer is the dark a thing to fear
I succumb
I am undone by him
A black man
T. M. Wolfork 