Poetry for Peace: Melissa Roxas

Geography Lesson

I can show you
the maps
on my body

bruises
the torturers left

these scattered brown things
in a mouth

thick with layers of tongue

sticky keys

and a hung note

each one
a whole country in itself
dark and beloved
               with Aeta blood

black pour        
           red pour
                       black

dark scabs
on my knees
crack
into a thick brown soup

my nipple
a callous flower

oh

these shiny things
of war

sour breath
of a dark animal

my brittle bones
my brittle beast

do not weep 
 

© by Melissa Roxas