Basquiat Mama—No Drama
turn a woman machine
& watch her waste
away like batteries. emotionless
in brown flesh that speaks languages
only the Earth tones. watch her cry
from 4,000 miles away—
where the sand rolls on itself in ode
& pity.
turn a woman machine
& watch her waste
away like batteries. emotionless
in brown flesh that speaks languages
only the Earth tones. watch her cry
from 4,000 miles away—
where the sand rolls on itself in ode
& pity.