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Thu, 02.08.2018

AMERICAN SONNET (10)  by Wanda Coleman

our mothers wrung hell and hardtack from row and boll. fenced others’ gardens with bones of lovers. embarking from Africa in chains reluctant pilgrims stolen by Jehovah’s light planted here the bitter seed of blight and here eternal torches mark the shame of Moloch’s mansions built in slavery’s name. our hungered eyes do see/refuse the […]

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Thu, 24.09.2009

COFFEE by Wanda Coleman.

Steam rises over my nose
against this night cold empty room as wide as my throat; eases/flows
river a mocha memory from aunt ora’s kitchen.
She made it in
the big tin percolator and poured the brew into thick
white fist-sized mugs and
put lots of sugar and milk in it for me and
the other kids who loved it better than chocolate
and the neighbor woman used to tell her and us
it wasn’t good for young colored children
to drink. It made you get blacker
and blacker…

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New Poem Each Day

Poetry Corner

When you feel blue, the best thing to do is tell yourself to forget it. Laugh your cares away Tomorrow’s another day And Everything will be Copasetic. Never look... The Copestedics Song by Charles Honi Coles and Paul Branker
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