Hair-braided chestnut,
coiled like a lyncher's rope,
Eyes-fagots,
Lips-old scars, or the first red blisters,
Breath-the last sweet scent of cane,
And her slim body, white as the ash
of black flesh after flame.
Notes
This is a harsh poem that vividly describes a lynching.
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From guest Cori (contact)
And her slim body, white like the ash of the black after flame. this in your face truth give you no chance to act as if you do see the ugliness of the world that proud and glory come of the back of black. a land of the free .Sad this poem make me waht to cry and and scream until some one understand that our father before us had never been more wrong in the ideals of what a nation is build upon.
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