Tomorrow's woman has seen war in heaven
she is the blue of light before time draws
she has loved all the women she has heard
in a throat hood
behind an eye inhaling rain.
Above the stars that cannot be filmed
stars that are not known as paradise
known for their isolation,
biographers of pain
too full of memory.
Tomorrow's woman is the colour of night
tomorrow's woman is your child
tomorrow's woman is shelter
she is sex
the last shock against death,
sex the last peace
sex that forgets black and white.
She is the first to hold a bird in her hands
and learn of foreign love
and not melt at the idea of difference.
Tomorrow's woman is too fat
she bleeds because she knows what it is to feel
a whole generation on her hips
and still be seen as empty