No actually the first word emerged
Deep in the bowels of the human throat
& forged in loathing & envy, has now attained majority
& like a Christ is rising, gagging, pointing to its second wound
The better to distract me
All my life you’ve taught me to mourn the son
Nevermind that this isn’t even my religion
Then after stealing my children you hacked
Away my reproductive organs
You never believed me capable of grief
On behalf of my own immensity
And caused to orbit all about my head the mouths
Of those white women rich enough to fatten
Their lips with silicone. And bade them shape
Woken syllables on the