We creamed our skins with dust
and took turns enjoying every bit of it
like the nourishment hidden
in every particule
was gonna be beyond skin.
We creamed from palm to fist,
fist to back.
We creamed till every part of our shades of melanin
sparkled of dirt.
This is not a story of just any fight.
Its a wrestle where both backs hit the ground
and the fact that one stands quicker
doesn't mean you're opportuned.
This is a story of two restless bodies
to take their places in death or life
- that they may find rest either way.
But the question is, "who gets the peace?"
"Who's has an edge and who's at the edge?"
"Who's nourishing and who's nourishment?"
May the buried and surviving tell.