never noticed and you know
the ugly awful loneliness of being
locked into a mind and body that belong
to a name or non-name ânot that it matters
cause you feel and it felt but you have
a planetrainbussubwayâit doesnât matterâsomething
to catch to take your arms away from someone
you might have thought about
putting them around if you didnât
have all that shit to take you safely away
and sometimes on rainy nights you see
an old white woman who maybe youâd really care about
except that youâre a young Black woman
whose job it is to kill maim or seriously
make her question
the validity of her existence
and you look at her kind of funny colored eyes
and you think
if she werenât such an aggressive bitch she would see
that if you werenât such a Black one
there would be a relationship but anywayâit doesnât matter
muchâexcept you started out to kill her and now find
you just donât give a damn cause itâs all somewhat of a bore
so you speak of your mother or sister or very good friend
and really you speak of your feelings which are too personal
for anyone else
to take a chance on feeling
and you eat that godawful food and you get somehow
through it and if this seems
like somewhat of a tentative poem itâs probably
because i just realized that
iâm bored with categories
Straight Talk
iâm giving up
on language
my next book will be blank
pages of various textures and hues
i have touched in
certain spots and patterns
and depending upon the mood the reader can come
with me or take me somewhere else
i smell blood aâcookin
âbut whyâ i asked when she said âiâm afraid
to see men cryâ
âbecause i dependâ she replied âon their strengthâ
âbut are they any less strong for crying
nylon stockings wear better if theyâre washed firstâ
mommy said itâs only pot
luck but you can have some
science teaches us matter
is neither created nor destroyed
and as illogical as it is there is nothing
worthwhile but people
and lord knows how irrational we are
iâll just have a scrambled egg
if itâs all right
the question turns on a spelling problem
i mean i hate
to squash a roach and thought about giving up
meat between the shadow
and the act falls the essence         encore!
the preceding paragraph was brought to you by the letter E
in the name of huemanity
an acorn to an ant
is the same as a white man to a Black JOB
enjoyed waiting on
the lord tell me
why canât i
and iâm glad iâm smart cause i know
smart isnât enough and iâm glad
iâm young cause âyouth and truth are making loveâ iâm glad
iâm Black not only
because itâs beautiful but because itâs me
and i can be dumb and old and petty and ugly
and jealous but i still need love
your lunch today was brought to you
by the polytech branch of your local
spear o agnew association
HEY! this is straight talk!
have a good day
Scrapbooks
itâs funny that smells and sounds return
so all alone uncalled unneeded
on a sweaty night as i sit armed
with coffee and cigarettes waiting
sometimes it seems
my life is a scrapbook
i usta get 1.50 per week
for various duties unperformed
while i read green dolphin street
and the sun is my undoing
never understanding my exclusion
but knowing quite clearly the hero
is always misunderstood
though always right in the end
roy gave me a yellow carnation
that year for the junior prom
the red rose was from michael
who was the prettiest boy iâd ever known
he took me to the jack and jill dance
and left me sitting in the corner until
the slow drags came on then he danced
real tight and sweated out my bangs
i had a white leather monstrosity that passed
for taste in my adolescence pressed with dances
undanced though the songs were melodious
and
the ugly awful loneliness of being
locked into a mind and body that belong
to a name or non-name ânot that it matters
cause you feel and it felt but you have
a planetrainbussubwayâit doesnât matterâsomething
to catch to take your arms away from someone
you might have thought about
putting them around if you didnât
have all that shit to take you safely away
and sometimes on rainy nights you see
an old white woman who maybe youâd really care about
except that youâre a young Black woman
whose job it is to kill maim or seriously
make her question
the validity of her existence
and you look at her kind of funny colored eyes
and you think
if she werenât such an aggressive bitch she would see
that if you werenât such a Black one
there would be a relationship but anywayâit doesnât matter
muchâexcept you started out to kill her and now find
you just donât give a damn cause itâs all somewhat of a bore
so you speak of your mother or sister or very good friend
and really you speak of your feelings which are too personal
for anyone else
to take a chance on feeling
and you eat that godawful food and you get somehow
through it and if this seems
like somewhat of a tentative poem itâs probably
because i just realized that
iâm bored with categories
Straight Talk
iâm giving up
on language
my next book will be blank
pages of various textures and hues
i have touched in
certain spots and patterns
and depending upon the mood the reader can come
with me or take me somewhere else
i smell blood aâcookin
âbut whyâ i asked when she said âiâm afraid
to see men cryâ
âbecause i dependâ she replied âon their strengthâ
âbut are they any less strong for crying
nylon stockings wear better if theyâre washed firstâ
mommy said itâs only pot
luck but you can have some
science teaches us matter
is neither created nor destroyed
and as illogical as it is there is nothing
worthwhile but people
and lord knows how irrational we are
iâll just have a scrambled egg
if itâs all right
the question turns on a spelling problem
i mean i hate
to squash a roach and thought about giving up
meat between the shadow
and the act falls the essence         encore!
the preceding paragraph was brought to you by the letter E
in the name of huemanity
an acorn to an ant
is the same as a white man to a Black JOB
enjoyed waiting on
the lord tell me
why canât i
and iâm glad iâm smart cause i know
smart isnât enough and iâm glad
iâm young cause âyouth and truth are making loveâ iâm glad
iâm Black not only
because itâs beautiful but because itâs me
and i can be dumb and old and petty and ugly
and jealous but i still need love
your lunch today was brought to you
by the polytech branch of your local
spear o agnew association
HEY! this is straight talk!
have a good day
Scrapbooks
itâs funny that smells and sounds return
so all alone uncalled unneeded
on a sweaty night as i sit armed
with coffee and cigarettes waiting
sometimes it seems
my life is a scrapbook
i usta get 1.50 per week
for various duties unperformed
while i read green dolphin street
and the sun is my undoing
never understanding my exclusion
but knowing quite clearly the hero
is always misunderstood
though always right in the end
roy gave me a yellow carnation
that year for the junior prom
the red rose was from michael
who was the prettiest boy iâd ever known
he took me to the jack and jill dance
and left me sitting in the corner until
the slow drags came on then he danced
real tight and sweated out my bangs
i had a white leather monstrosity that passed
for taste in my adolescence pressed with dances
undanced though the songs were melodious
and
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