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Published October 25, 2026
Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for mature content.
TW: Mentions/hints at suicide, racism, slavery, & self-harm (without the intention of harm, but results).
You'r(e) flesh,
My('m) flesh,
Us, flesh.
Flaps, folds, wrinkles, holes.
United﹖ by (white) skin,
Torn by (a)parts.
...
Bleach me like paper,
Hang me (to dry),
Wear me thin,
Throw me aside,
"OVERBOARD!"
"Overboard...!"
I've cut myself loose.
Lass or lassie,
Coloured, alike...
Flesh,
We are,
Red painting our insides.
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This portion of the poem is hinting at the idea that sexism is still prevalent today. (This stanza is also referencing the horrors that occured in the holocaust, along with other race-based tragedies that history holds.)
This part is referencing colourism in Asia.
Many slaves during the Atlantic Slave Trade jumped overboard to avoid the conditions that were being enslaved.
In this stanza I was originally going to make a reference to being hung/hanging oneself.
Stanzas (from stanza 8-15) are from the point of view of a slave during the Atlantic Slave Trade.