Off The Angelou

 

Henbane and Zircons

my daughter saw me 
a fathered me, a slave
through the hole of our wooden house
getting a slapping from Massa
about something
I smile, I noticed and quickly
pick up the shilling off his pocket
blessing the handkerchief,
reporting it to the sun
who then is god
shilling, Massa or the gun

II

Stretch out socks
mama legs black and stifled
crusted, dry as autumn tree trunks
lipstick heavy, plastered smile, sweaty
her conformity moans, on the ready 
God walks her on needles, its for Massa
civilization and salvation shingles
I'd rather she be a she-devil 
with an afro, kente gown and a scarve to 
match, commanding the very earth, 
time stilling, living art, divining 
goddess laughing at well spoken english



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