so
the body
of one black man
is rag and stone
is mud
and blood
the body of one
black man
contains no life
worth loving
so the body
of one black man
is nobody
mama
mama
mamacita
is there no value
in this skin
mama
mama
if we are nothing
why
should we spare
the neighborhood
mama
mama
who will be next and
why should we save
the pictures
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my sister Josephine
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the time i dropped your almost body down
and run one with the sewage to the seawhat did i know about waters rushing backwhat did i know about drowningor being drownedyou would have been born in winterin the year of the disconnected gasand no carwe would have made the thin walkover the genecy hill into the canada windsto let you slip into a…
these hips are big hips.
move around in.they don’t fit into littlepetty places. these hipsare free hips.they don’t like to be held back.these hips have never been enslaved,they go where they want to gothey do what they want to do.these hips are mighty hips.these hips are magic hips.i have known themto put a spell on a man andspin him like…
…do not send me out
Sonia Sanchezbrothers,this big womancarries much sweetnessin the folds of her flesh.her hairis white with wonderful.she isrounder than the moonand far more faithful.brothers,who will hold her,who will find her beautifulif you do not?
my daddy has paid the rent
and the lights is back onand my uncle brud has hitfor one dollar straightand they is good timesgood timesgood timesmy mama has made breadand grampaw has comeand everybody is drunkand dancing in the kitchenand singing in the kitchenof these is good timesgood timesgood timesoh children think about thegood times