By Cherríe Moraga
Flesh is full
of holes.
It is made
to breathe
secrete
receive.
It is nothing
against
bombs
and
bullets.
It is not meant
to be a barrier
against
anything.
But this dark flesh
will resist you flee
you who believe
you are not made
of the same
skin
and
bones.
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