Madivine woman

I had not touched a woman …yet
When I have been called
“Madivine woman”
My divine woman
Word of one hundred thousand evils
Word of isolation, desolation
Lonely nights, hand stuck between my legs

I had not touched a woman … yet
When my short hair would send the message
About my desire to caress a breast
“Madivine woman”
My divine woman
In the corridors the sound of their mockery
Would aggravate me

I had not touched a woman...yet
When my fight for justice against injustice
Had got me the name of
“Madivine woman”
My divine woman
Any woman who dared to neglect house chores
And chose to protest
Was doomed

I had not touched a woman…yet
No, stop, what am I saying?
I had touched a girl
We were both eleven
Hiding in a closet.
The smell of her pubescent vagina
Never left me all these years
And got me the name of
“Madivine woman”
My divine woman

Sirena/Yemaya
09/24/05
8:16 am

The picture on the fridge

I guess she said yes…

From your fridge, I witness your life.
Through my picture, I spy on your moments, happy or sad.
I see her; I see you two, coming and going.
I never know when she is gone. She is never gone.
Her constant presence in the pictures, in the art and the furniture.
Her constant presence in the air, the bedroom, the atmosphere.
She is never gone and I got a good seat.
From the fridge, inside but not completely; I watch over, I witness a love that never ended.
You’ve invited me to step in,
“But please don’t come in too fast.”I guess she said ‘okay’ after making sure your love for her was not being replaced.

Yes, she said yes and you were so happy, you bought flowers to celebrate this new beginning in which I was not included.
And what’s left for me to do?
I’ll stay on the fridge, daring to set one foot in before I hit the road.

Sirena/Yemaya
4/2/2005