We bleed power
so celebrate your flow magic woman.
Full figured moons still happen
We be the ripe fruit of this
corroding earth
mango lips
and apricot eyes
pineapple hips
and coconut thighs
tread through these rotten streets
with heavy steps
and spit in the eyes of injustice
dig in the earth
with your hands
lift up,
revive
Our temple is
Our choice
We are sacred
We are bad

This is a very popular poem, one of my signature poems. It has been read over Italian radio in Italian. Mi Hermana is dedicated to women.