Inspired by "Woman of the Popo Country" Jamaica 1770s
"Worthless Obeah Woman! This stinking salve stings more than it helps." She dabbed the prescribed potion on one cheek, cautiously avoiding unaffected areas of her face. Two days ago a tiny red dot; now a pus-heavy, angry boil. Ragged edges recalling the coastline of this land holding her hostage. How long before she became like them? Whipped through sharp-leaved cane fields. Enslaved and stupid from King Spider's embrace.
Cracked
I glared back at the sullen reflection wondering how this split came to be stitched together from faces of others come before two-toned swaths of a father's dutifulness bitter rage seething on the reverse pulled & torn at ragged seams.
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