don’t wanna be your exotic

some delicate fragile colorful bird

imprisoned caged

in a land foreign to the stretch of her wings

don’t wanna be your exotic

women everywhere are just like me

some taller darker nicer than me

but like me but just the same

women everywhere carry my nose on their faces

my name on their spirits

don’t wanna

don’t seduce yourself with

my otherness my hair

wasn’t put on top my head to entice

you into some mysterious black vodou

the beat of my lashes against each other

aint some dark desert beat

it’s just a blink

get over it

don’t wanna be your exotic

your lovin of my beauty aint more than

funky fornication plain pink perversion

in fact nasty necrophilia

cause my beauty is dead to you

i am dead to you

not your

harem girl, geisha doll, banana picker

pom pom girl, pum pum shorts, coffee maker

town whore, belly dancer, private dancer

la malinche, venus hottentot, laundry girl

your immaculate vessel emasculating princess

don’t wanna be

your erotic

not your exotic

-Suheir Hammad, “Born Palestinian, Born Black”