if you look hard enough
deep sultry red like the
finest American wine
seeps out from the sides
of my mesmerizing middle
like a heart exploding
my plush pointed petals
preach
Remember me
made from the dripping
sweat and bred to be beautifully black
my roots spread like a foreign cobweb,
as i sit forcefully planted on the side of the highway
staring at the bisected stem-like torso
now forgotten and mutilated
and we are both unnaturally created by man
my DNA is crafted by
the urge to resurrect the
Arabian Night and manufacture
a darker hue
her beauty is sliced by a serial killer’s wish
to dominate her name
through her,
my graphic gratuitousness
grates on
