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My umbilical scar is hollowed out Now it's like a tiny wormhole on my belly Its a cherished remnant of the coil that nourished me into existence I still feel a little tug through my bell button at times A reminder that its my lifeline even outside the womb As it now anchors me to the belly of my mama Ubuntu keeps me tightly tethered to her long teat for grounding Just like it used to tether me to my mortal mother's warm womb My cord never ever got to fall off, by the way Too busy hang gliding off my navel on the sly Couldn't even bother to dry up on time Stayed moist and chose to germinate instead My umbilical cord sprouted a long spine then took rest between my thighs, phallic Its been rather busy of late, generously sowing its unwanted seed all over It grew and surpassed its intended borders to dutifully trail my legs, my empennage I never lay question upon its course, I'm happy to have it tag along We've just always been on the same path since the very beginning of our being We were paired up by fate in a shared destiny It's the only place I choose to fully lay my trust its where my truth often holidays, out there it gets to sunbathe in the nude My new tail is wired to the centre of the world Keeps us both aligned and connected to the source We both feed off the core of the mother two tiny morula nuts nestled in the same naris Always been too deeply grounded in the mother that's our curse, I guess My soles been embedded in her inner core for so long that they grew roots I've been too long tethered to the land, feeding my soul off its essence and learning to walk true to my authentic self I don't need to be moulded or made into something else I bear no desire to be either discovered, conquered or colonised My ancestors already took one for the team in that regard I was created with an intact identity already in place, don't get it twisted Been dragging it along all my life to be honest And all the while its been tagging me straight to the source I might, at my convenience indulge my foreign curiosities Its a well deserved privilege prepaid with interest That was way before the eve of my conception My mother's invasion and defilement was never in vain Shame and anguish was all she ever had left to nourish and strengthen this golden marrow, that now tunnels my bones Just look how soft and supple it made my back, that you'll have arched for the sheer comfort of your precious feet It's my compliance that thickened my skin in the end It has never been your intolerance at all My obedience has awarded me with spores and then tiled me up with studded scutes Look, I'm just too wild a beast for you to demand for a pet Even in my death I shall multiply and continue to breathe beneath the grave, My worth, that you constantly like to question can only ever be matched by a single grain from a specific type of fiery red soil, the one that builds mud huts and termite hills those my dearest, are spirit houses It's that same soil that you greedily burst open and pried apart to rip out my mother's entrails Her blood filled up the rivers and streams of the world at large and they cried it into the oceans I don't expect someone like you to understand anything like that but I will not dull my shine anymore To help validate your superiority complex Life runs deeper than human skin and material gain that's your lesson to learn, not mine Meanwhile I'm content to remain coconed in this shroud of fear you so generous gifted me I' ll wait for you to catch up While I remain tethered to the land

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