Rotund,
Round,
a masculine, assteroid
dropped
on
earth.
pounding pavement, balls
caught between
the strings of mama’s hair net.
Etched in egg
cream,
dripping sweet unto
massa’s media.
Caster aside
Chiefs searched for an erection,
tested for testes
found only stallion hips
and dollar sequins
Ovaries abducted in the quiet of the night
bones gripped by charcoal
legs spread wide.
Wire, barbed,
tied up her arms and thighs,
flatten’d soul.
Across great atlantic corridors,
jumping.
Sister of Venus,
not afraid to let fire fly.
Her Holes filled.
Contributor Notes
Naomi Extra is a Haitian-American writer and educator whose art has been greatly influenced by music. Naomi studied Film and Media Studies at the University of Rochester. She has taught art based writing classes at several prestigious universities in France where she incorporated her love for jazz and film into the classroom. She is currently pursuing a graduate degree in African American Studies at the University of Wisconsin-Madison where she plans to write about and research the role of Haitians in the emergence of jazz in New Orleans. Naomi is currently working on a memoir of her experience growing up as a bicultural child in upstate New York.
