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i like my coffee
like i like my womyn
black like night
strong like me
through my third eye
she looked to be a queen
on the way to her throne
so i stopped her
slowed her flow
just to ask the time
but really wanting to learn
the space
from which she sprang
she showed me
with one turn of the key
too many moments later
i fell asleep
with my eyes open
only to wake in the cradle of
that queen's untamed death
structured life
premature departure from what we
are trained to call living
with my eyes open
only to wake
to the sense of her presence
her knowing
woke with eyes open
palms turned in

-MD