yellow mary : poem five

30 poems in 30 days
day 5: april 11, 2010
(photography by kwesi abbensetts)

yellow mary

somewhere in florida they’re still waiting on me at the polls
i brought death to the home of one of it’s own
and i’d do it again
get your fucking gun out of my face officer santiago
it’s fucked up we only notice the stars when laid virtuvian style in front of greyhound

yellow mary and her sister lover mother
the swollen bellies never know the origin on their grandmother’s dreams
so we speak of theory and lottery numbers over fish fries and tang
do we still drink tang
it wasn’t tongues she spoke over that water
yeye emo eja
i just never remember them speaking of her in red

yellow mary bore kids that would always eat
her dress once white
stained to the beat of an old sade song
they cling to her titties like the children her mother never had
knowing this could be the last meal

and all this i learned with a gun to my head.

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