nevermind + poetry.

a letter to savannah.

( i love her aight. also this poem gets very graphic, so trigger warning. okay? )

Dear savannah,

The day you are born,

The women envy for reasons not placed

And the men begin to hunger,

For your body to pleasure them.

You were born to pleasure boys

Who were too big for their bodies

Who had black eyes and blacker hearts

And smoked cigarettes on sundays.

And the sticky men

Who bought their wives scandalous lingerie.

You were gilded, though rotten

You were tarnished silver

You were a war tale, a fresh battle wound

A tantalizing set of last words.

And on some nights, the stars wanted to be you.

The boys looked at you,

They longed for your taste,

On their dirty tongues, you,

The girl with the strawberry lips

And the bright, wide eyes.

The boys, they would come

And sing songs and shouts

They'd hurt the men sing to their wives

And jostle at their sisters.

They would pound at your windows,

Howl at your door,

Dangle golden rings at metal chains,

Cry your name for nights.

Savannah,

You let them in.

Let them douse your feeble, glorious body in rum-

And get drunk on your skin.

Them, the boys with black hearts,

Whose fathers told them to pay attention

To take notes

When they took belts to their wives backs

And seared fire into their skin.

Them, the boys who offered you

Dried flowers and stolen fruit,

For a night of holding you in their fists,

Gnashing you between their teeth.

Savannah,

Those jangling golden rings

Glistening in the moonlight,

Kept you awake all night

Didn't they?

And after the dried flowers crumble under your touch

And the fruit rots away, for you're too tired to eat it,

You close your lips-

Cross your legs,

And in the shower, you scrubbed until your skin

was red, raw, bleeding-

Trying to erase the scent of manhood

From your legs and teeth and throat.