I do not dwell 
within my birth nor my divinities   
who am ageless and half-grown   
and still seeking 
my sisters 
witches in Dahomey 
wear me inside their coiled cloths   
as our mother did 
mourning. 
 
I have been woman 
for a long time 
beware my smile 
I am treacherous with old magic   
and the noon's new fury 
with all your wide futures   
promised 
I am 
woman 
and not white.