i see brown brothers

i see brown brothers
break open their rib-cages
to drink the urine of pale women.
not-my-colour women.
calling it sweet
sweet honey.

these same brothers
who close their backs on the molasses
dripping thick from the hands of my land.
my-skin molasses.
turning noses over yellowed mouths
ever looking for that paler woman.

-the colonized | for my molasses sisters because you know what i’m talkin’ about