YORUBASNFLWR
Sep 6, 2018 · 1 min read

here’s the thing

here’s the thing: I am not something you can fit in a palm
I will never be a flower, or a thief in the night,
you will have to give yourself to me
with your own hands, dip
your body into mine
before I own you
a fire feeds another fire
& I’m not a queen either
because a city of only one citizen has no business
choosing a leader
& I am not the enemy here
'cause no matter when you arrive,
whether with empty hands or hands filled with gifts & love & money & orgasms
or wet as my core always is, just coming in from the rain,
there is no assurance that you will meet me waiting for you.

YORUBASNFLWR

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Yoruba. Poet. Writer. Feminist. I can be reached on Twitter @yorubasnflwr. 📩: Omotoyosisalami00@gmail.com