you play too much: poem 18

30 poems in 30 days
day 18: april 24, 2010
(photography by kwesi abbensetts)

you play too much

call nikki and tell her the revolution she’s been writing about is soon approaching
black men and women are starting to take responsibility for themselves
and we’ll dance on the side walks in celebration
we’ll raise the dead in chants
old speeches
guitar chord fingering music
get malcolm’s people on the phone
call betty
like she called malcolm from beneath the flames
her husband
not her grandson
and we’ll be like five year olds
you play too much

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