Born brilliant
And female
In a time
When the
Only purpose
Of a woman
Is to bear
Children
To a man
Of another's
Choosing
Until one's
Womb
Falls out,
Scrubbing
Floors
While one's
Brothers
Idle,
Bored at
Their lessons-
More interested
By tavern maids
With open thighs
Than the
Freedom of
Mathematics-
Can anyone
Wonder
Why
Signing
A book
In blood
As held
By
The Black Man-
To nurse
His familiar
At one's
Breast
While harvesting
The life
Of a child…
(Is preferable?)