The night isn’t young anymore and I have dropped my native language
My native skin and my native soul
Some men are danger: they are holding fibs and knives
They talk in sweet amber because they are so sad tonight
Even more than we, females, are
They drop women like they drop a candy wrapper
As long as they can have another one
The old night is getting light and turning white just like my hair
I dyed it once or twice but dropped that too
Some men kill women younger than my daughter
They do horrible things I would rather not mention or echo
Hoping they didn’t exist
They even deny it and protect their kin, their gender
As long as they feel young and dandy
The night is never ending and I have forgotten to bring a lantern
I have forgotten my real name and gotten lost
Some men seem to be aliens incapable of sorrow
They have many names and only worry among themselves
I do pity them
They are not my brother or my son but they think like my father
Have betrayed me like he
The night continues to age and I keep leaving behind
My native roots filled with mud and shame
Some men are shadows invading our shattered childhoods
They hide and lie and protect their own making up laws
Written in blood and dead matter
They throw those lies like they throw our bodies after chewing on them
As long as it's theirs, that last bite
The night isn’t young anymore but I want to take her back as if she were I
My native land and my native sky
Some men are also victims even if they don’t know why
They snort in shallow fields as whiteness has forsaken them
Even farther from their fathers than we are
They can only hate themselves and blame our femaleness
Just because they cannot feel her inside
The night is me I want her back my native darkness I will take it
