'A closed window looks down
on a dirty courtyard, and Black people
call across or scream across or walk across
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We are beautiful people With African imaginations full of masks and dances and swelling chants with African eyes, and noses, and arms tho we sprawl in gray chains in a place full of winters, when what we want is sun. We have been captured, and we labor to make our getaway, into the ancient image; into a new Beautiful poem. Nice imaginations.Good reading. Thanks for sharing it.10 for it. Subhas
Hey Amiri, I was a big fan of this piece. Keep up the great work.