I heard that a woman’s body is a country
Bordered with heaps and bumps
Mine is a map that crammed the scent of everywhere I have been
I have a skin that thoughts scratch
I have a skin that thoughts bite
And I bite back for comfort
The bite marks are inscriptions
Written for the future
And with each itch, I am peeled
Shed my old skin for a new one
Because they are memories
Again, my nose is sectioned in different parts
So each scent has a home
Each person a scent
There are angels, monsters and monsters
Bats, goblins and papers
Each asking for a portion of me
Either my wing, my teeth, my eye or my pride
So I changed my name
Ade – Crown
Ade – We have come
Ade, bite till your crown comes home.


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