"The white fathers told us, "I think, therefore, I am" and the black mother within each of us – the poet – whispers in our dreams, I feel, therefore I can be free."- Audre Lorde

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

ni g r e ss

He's drunk again .
another lonely night of fuck and urine.
and although his wife curses you in daylight,
she breaks with you come nightfall,
as he slides
in.
sober ghost.
seduced him with silence. nigress ghost... a ghost he can screw after dinner,
white family in the next room.
he beats you before
he comes.
to see if ghosts can bleed.
They can. I assure you they can--
the blood of wounds seen and invisible.
she bleeds
in the kitchen, by the field
on his daughters.
she bleeds because she can and is.

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