but this
what you pawn
i will redeem
what you steal
i will conceal
my private silence to
your public guilt
is all i got
girls
first time a white man
opens his fly
like a good thing
we’ll just laugh
laugh real loud my
black women
children
when they ask you
why is your mama so funny
say
she is a poet
she don’t have no sense
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is it the cut glass
looking up towardthe new gnarled branchof the black manhanging from a tree?is it the white milk pleatedcollar of the womansmiling toward the camera,her fingers loose arounda christian cross droopingagainst her breast?is it all of uscaptured by history into anaccurate album? will we berequired to view it togetherunder a gathering sky?
(at St. Mary’s)
that is entering even nowthe lip of our understandingcarry you outbeyond the face of fearmay you kissthe wind then turn from itcertain that it willlove your back may youopen your eyes to waterwater waving foreverand may you in your innocencesail through this to that
after the all been done and i
another creature’s back, i wondercould i have fought these thing?surrounded by no son of mine saveold men calling Mother like in the talethe astrologer tell, i wondercould i have walk away when voicessinging in my sleep? i one old woman.always i seem to worrying now foranother young girl asleepin the plain evening.what song around her…
a woman precedes me up the long rope.
maybe i should have had braids.maybe i should have kept the body i started,slim and possible as a boy’s bone.maybe i should have wanted less.maybe i should have ignored the bowl in meburning to be filled.maybe i should have wanted less.the woman passes the notch in the ropemarked Sixty. I rise toward it, struggling,hand over…
what does this mean.
wrapped in the color of death,to hear from their tonguesuch difficult syllables?are they the spiritsof our hopeor the pale ghosts of our future?who will believe the red roadwill not run on forever?who will believea tribe of ice might liveand we might not?
to my aunt blanche
into the street one sunday morning.i was ten. i had never seena human woman hurl her basketballof a body into the traffic of the world.Praise to the drivers who stopped in time.Praise to the faith with which she roseafter some moments then slowly walkedsighing back to her family.Praise to the arms which understoodlittle or nothing…
I am over hundred,
I have seen
I have known
Many and much,
Situations are being worsened
As each year passes,
So, can you guess?
How were hundred years back?
Today,09/29/2017
Just before the year 1917?
Real beauty bloomed in humans’ heart
Societies were fragrant.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 09/29/2017
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School situated at a local edge
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