Aug. 27, 2023

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And the Breasts Win

By Kimberly Jae

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And the Breasts Win

By Kimberly Jae

I pray with shaky hands and speech that slurs itself through the 

Crevices between my teeth

The sun is not welcome; it rises anyway.

I have said hello and goodbye to far too many

Sunrises

I have written too many poems about my death 

I have tattooed combat across my sunburnt skin

Tucked joy and trauma alongside a random dollar in my bra

Blockaded myself into a cold tomb and yet

Sunlight directs itself in anyway

Thumb wrestles with blood cells over my sanity to the death 

On dreary days when reruns are on repeat 

and the poems attack

the words that chew through good intentions and  

spit out the pits of people 

never find rest 


I imagine  

On the day Death wins 

It will be brisk out 

Maybe Sunday

when the wind makes way for 

celebration 

And my fingers twitch and knuckles crackle under 

The dust bunnies shining in the light 

Indeed, I will be dancing  

I will be found in magnolias

innocent

Run barefoot across the grass and cling

To the scent of outside and gumball flavored

huck-a-bucks 

Swaying my hips 

Breasts out

The Karens will curse my joy

And my Hamsa tipped nipples will ward

Them off

And the scars across my breasts

Across my brain 

Make love, create music that  

Replays 


I refuse to have a care 

Cares are heavy 

This day, I am weightless 

I refuse to be war

resist throwing myself on a grenade

To only burst into burnt petals of chrysanthemums

Personify roadkill and rigor mortis


Maybe I will not wait until the sunlight wins

To believe in good days

To believe in joy

To love the scars and brokenness that is my superpower

Snack on beignets and red flavored Kool-Aid  

And when the time comes 

Leave the music I made 

For the little ones to pick up 

Dance to their destiny 

And when someone asks who I am

They will say I am love.

I am scars.

I am big boobs and soft belly rolls

I am lost with GPS

Snuggles and head rubs

But I still dance

My breasts still jiggle

Leaving smiles in their wake


Kimberly Jae

Kimberly Jae is an award-winning poet ranking among the top 30 slam poets in the world by PSI in 2018.  Her publications include Poetry Foundation, Hawai’i Review, Tupelo Quarterly and anthologies including, In Between Spaces: An Anthology of Disabled Writers.  Her manuscript, Baptism, was shortlisted for the 2021 Sexton Prize. She is the 2022 Visionary Arts Poetry Prize winner. 

Image Description: An African American woman with curly red hair is leaning against a white background.  She wears a slight smile, a navy-blue t-shirt with HAPPY written in rainbow colors and cat eyeglasses with rainbow rhinestones across the top and white rhinestones across the bottom. 

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