Continues

by Cherríe Moraga

Flesh is full

of holes.

It is made

to breathe

secrete

receive.

It is nothing

against

bombs

and

bullets.

It is not meant

to be a barrier

against

anything.

But this dark flesh

will resist you flee

you who believe

you are not made

of the same

skin

and

bones.

The following is reprinted from The Last Generation: Prose and Poetry by Cherríe Moraga with permission from the publisher, South End Press, 7 Brookline St. #1, Cambridge, MA 02139.