Shauna Barbosa

Shauna Barbosa can be found at http://shaunabarbosa.com. Her poems are forthcoming in Metazen.

Work by Shauna Barbosa

Shauna Barbosa

And I Know That She Feels Beautiful

We talked at length about her cervix and her decision to no longer perm her hair. A woman at the Cape Verdean salon in Roxbury told her you were more beautiful with long black hair. I told her they’re bitches even though they’re my people. I stared at her curly Sierra Leone sunset making my dead black strands cower. She said when she takes a bath she can feel where they’ve cut her cervix. We have a lot in common though I have not felt my own. Fingers move my unsettled hair around to hide the bald spots. She said ...

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Shauna Barbosa

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I spent your birthday in Paris while I did not wish you well I danced sweat and cigarette smoke blisters still ruin(ed) a moving body, a foreign unaware unsettled put un before it all the weight of those black drums on a moving ship to Cape Verde all those American ‘goods’ in search of recovery. Continue to “And I Know That She Feels Beautiful” ...

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Shauna Barbosa

GPS

GPS says there’s a Duane Reade a mile from Chinatown. It’s 96 degrees on a Saturday. My chest is wet, my legs are wet. Sweat seeps my contact lenses. I’m coming for you. The taxi driver is West African. You are my sister. I’m changing in the back seat, my bra, my shirt, while he keeps his eyes on the Lincoln Tunnel and his thoughts on women being slaves to their men. I stare at his name and badge number and wonder what his wife in Africa looks like. I really wanted to know what his American woman looks like. ...

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