the foundation was built on shaky ground
that sat upon ancestral graveyards
unmarked yet unable
to be disregarded
this house was painted
with my blood
which contains prostitution
anguish and ****
the pillage continues
menstruations of my foremothers
contribute to this particular
shade of scarlet
a hue that is beautiful
from a distance
even when photographed
until one experiences
the stench of it
in person
love is absent here
sorrow is abundant
but even trauma
can give birth
to splendor