Uterus
U-ter-us
you tear Us
you wear and tear Us
you don your trousers, tuck Us in,
tie a bow on your white collar
and wear Us out to the corporate, catered affair
gorging on food
We serve and prepare
But never do you care
feigning unawareness
of what you’ve done
Numb and Number
A mind frozen
Believing you’re God’s chosen One
Self aggrandizement disguised as worship
but never do your lips
begin with utter prayer
before performing the sin of trespass on my Womb
Instead you curse and spit as you ride my Ass to doom
Unable to humble yourself
to relinquish control
yet craving chicken soup for your empty soul
you stuffed my Uterus in that black hole
and left the rest of Me to rot and mold
in an unmarked grave
A wife slave
The Great American Tragedy
My Body
the terrain
upon which you
made your rise to fortune and fame
In the commodification
of my Menstruation
the exploitation of my Lactation
The misuse of my Uterus
to birth your in-fancy,
perversion and decadence
Hence I bear your bastard child
and bare the name wild jezebel
as you suck upon my bare Breast
taking all the sweet milk you need
Leaving teeth marks upon the Nipples
Leaving Me to bleed
Leaving Me empty-handed and diseased
in the Free Trade A-greed
Leaving fibroid formations
where Inspiration once grew
Who knew?
Such abuse
Such misuse
of Me
and my Energy
It is legendary
this fatal legacy
This was the quest of christopher columbus
who searched the world over for Us
longing to sail in the vessel of my Uterus
tom, george, dick, strom, even clarence
all advance
and abort my chance
I knock on the mansion door
to demand the return of My Treasure
but you don’t answer
you closet necromancer
How? Why? Where? When? Did I become host
to you blood suckers
you colonial Mother fuckers
who built an empire upon my Grandmama’s Pelvic Cradle
and disabled Her with every ship that passed
down the middle of Her Vaginal Canal
Cramping style
Transforming a pristine Native Queen
into your banal
birthing machine
Who are you?
Get thee from behind my Behind satan?
No, I can transcend your accomplice the Good Book
to look upon the Visage of True Reality
and face the true nature of Me
reflected in the mirror of Divinity
and glimpse the savage shadow of you
Using, Tearing, Prying
Trying
my Uterus with misuse
A leech preaching crucifixion lies
You are despised
I’m wise
I take possession of my Thighs
Cut off your Supply
Evict you from my Womb
Send you to your tomb
Convict you of grand theft
Sentence you to sudden row death
and make room Inside of Me to conceive My Life
I am Sanctity’s Wife
Decree my Yin sovereignty, I must
Oh how I’ve missed my Uterus
Copyright © Tajma Beverly
October 2005