Poems for black girls when twerk tutorials aren’t enough

Naudia Williams

Last night my skin crawled into bed with me  
I was drunken  
Numb to the world around me 
Last night young Afro-Americano man touched waist  
Caressed hips 
He tried to dive into a private lake  
Tried pried open bolted doors  
But it was just a dance  
And he was just a soulless body 
Last night spandex against jeans made the sweetest sound  
Until he opened his mouth  
Until he didn’t ask for consent  
Till he forgot cats garb back  
I sunk my thoughts into my hips and asserted my position  
I collapsed into midnight  
My lips lingered with some man’s last name  
He called me darkness  
He got lost in my abyss  
Too much loneliness in my space  
He tried to translate in body language 
But he wasn’t speaking the right tongue  
Brokenness in his dialect  
His jargon wasn’t smooth enough  
My body cascade across the bass  
I was alive in a catacomb  
Slowly fading away into nothingness