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My Black Triangle
My black triangle
sandwiched between the geography of my thighs
is a bermuda
of tiny atoms
forever seizing
and releasing
the world
My black triangle
is so rich
that it flows over
on to the dry crotch
of the world
My black triangle
is black light
sitting on the threshold of the world
overlooking
all my probabilities
And though
it spares a thought for history
my black triangle
has spread beyond his story
beyond the dry fears of parch-ri-archy
Spreading and growing
trusting and flowing
my black triangle
carries the seal of approval
of my deepest self.
Written by Grace Nichols
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