Latin muhajjibah: Spitting Dialectal Analysis

Poetry of the week: 4:02pm by Suheir Hammad

4:02 p.m.
poem supposed to be about
one minute and the lives of three women in it
writing it and up
the block a woman killed
by her husband

poem now about one minute
and the lives of four women
in it

haitian mother
she walks through
town carrying her son’s
head—banging it against
her thigh calling out
creole come see, see what
they’ve done to my flesh
holds on to him grip tight
through hair wool
his head all that’s
left of her

in tunisia
she folds pay up into stocking
washes his european semen
off her head
hands her heart to god
and this month’s rent to mother
sings berber the gold
haired one favored me, rode
and ripped my flesh, i now
have food to eat

brooklyn lover
stumbles—streets ragged under sneakers
she carries her heart
banged up against
thighs crying ghetto
look, look what’s been done with
my flesh, my trust, humanity,
somebody tell me
something good

Every week I post a poem in written or video format.