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November 7, 2009

by Maya Massar

So ripe
I cannot eat it
With any semblance
Of politeness

Gory with its black-red juice
I am an animal

Vibrant with the naked hunt
Lush with the kill

I return to the prayer of ancestors

Mother of the Cave
Make me your witness:
I am She who Lives


Too bloody for the rest

Has saved my life


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Maya Massar (website) is a poet who dances, loves Africa and sings to celestial bodies and stones. Her first book of poetry, Risk; A Month of Poems, is available on Amazon.com. Maya’s current painting project “Sacred” will be on display at Vancouver, B.C.’s East Side Culture Crawl on November 20-22, where she will also be reading from her upcoming book The Amen Poems.

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  1. November 19, 2009 at 11:55 am

    “So ripe
    I cannot eat it
    With any semblance
    Of politeness”

    So, so true. You powerfully convey both the scariness and much-ness of the fruit.

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