Dred Scott pled before us, and Plessy stood his ground, history is so ominous when it massages the ego of difference. The old boys required blinders on our eyes when they lashed the African to a funeral pyre. I live in a sad sad country where children become brides, they tell you it doesn’t happen,Continue reading “I will not normalize evil”
Category Archives: Racism
Iniquity
The fact of a gas chamber is unremarkable. Like ragweed in late summer, giving the itch of nose, it comes and goes, one century after another. A death march is easily foretold. Scheherazade, that spinner of tales, could not be surer of how such an incident repeats itself. Infinite recklessness and chance – only fortuneContinue reading “Iniquity”
Mouth honor
Propaganda is loved by sycophants and thugs. Venom helps them thrive, without it they would die. Money buys big hair when there’s nothing much up there. Dimes and nickels wind up a torn-up heart disrupting blood flow – extremities are numb. The president of the Nazis is not the one for me, as I amContinue reading “Mouth honor”
Jim Crow rising
The wannabe Confederate is a rebel with no cause worthy of applauding – the lack of human dignity engraved by Douglass and Truth who sojourned into the wilderness – their words an etching upon the soul, never to be sold – no more, no more. Jim Crow is rising in yet another century. Who knewContinue reading “Jim Crow rising”
Tiny acts of rebellion
It starts with Antigone – heroine renown, old Creon did not stop her, respect of hallowed ground wove through her soul and brought death into healing – this tragedy is told, sorrow lends an ear the minstrel sings the song. Her words are words of Biblical psalms. Rebel, rebel he knew the score – harkeningContinue reading “Tiny acts of rebellion”
Ghosts
She haunts me – or is it he? the slave who is not named, and yes, I know they mostly existed like a dish or a cow, a bit of earth, he-she property of human shame, acknowledged by pride of statue and lineage I can trace – the owner is my ancestor, the owned –Continue reading “Ghosts”
All hallowed eve
On all hallowed eve the ghouls descend from the picture perfect walls – this graveyard where the past is hanging is a gallery of echoes – pyramids of the Nile and Alabama’s cotton fields where souls are hijacked by the fluidity of words – no substance to the language of a ghoul. Men of strawContinue reading “All hallowed eve”
To boast or to keen
I do not know the language of threading terror – words that leap like fleas upon the trusty dog. This usage is beyond all playground shouting, Backroom brawling is now in the spectator’s vision. No scope is needed to identify the telltale white – underside, wing-bar, rump, all plainly seen. The grass in winter isContinue reading “To boast or to keen”
Stealing metaphors
Beware the use of adjectives, the holiest of gowns. They turn your nouns chameleon, when Barnum comes to town. The noun is self-sufficient when it tells you lie from truth. The conjurer will mix them with gold and silver, ruth- less in redefining the language to fit his needs. Entitlement becomes the unearned benefit andContinue reading “Stealing metaphors”
The poet ponders
I keep looking for the switch that will turn the dark to light, a desperate flight of common sense has left me desolate. You kneel in silence, and I will kneel in prayer – let racism jet off somewhere else. Perhaps to a mountain’s cliff, icy and cold where it will shiver and fold likeContinue reading “The poet ponders”
Anne's mediocre poetry 