Anti: A Poem Sort of About Rape

“How do you feel?”

Ha.

Well.

I feel like a criminal. 
I am asked what I did to earn my sexual assault.
I want to tell them it came bow tied to my birth certificate. 
But I was also born a superhero.
I am Captain-Save-A-Hoe.
Able to pick up the pieces of a million broken black girls in a single bound. I am a mender, a healer. 
I am here for the art hoes, and the sad hoes, and the real hoes and all the hoes that don’t hoe but have reclaimed hoe. (Because America does whatever it wants to our bodies anyway.) 
I will summon hoe spirits to me like Aquaman with the gospels of Nicki Minaj and Beyonce. 
I will be my campus’s Hoe Whisperer.
No more broken black girls crying alone in their dorm rooms.
I’m swooping in with tissues and shoulders and ears — and hands for anyone who tries us.
See, I am super, but anti.
And if you’re not in my Justice League — 
Watch me run from you like the fugitive they’ve made me out to be.