my blacknesses refuse containment
refuse civility refuse compliance
my blacknesses my languages
my proper angers my lost beauties my first absences
bless the color of my mothers & my fathers
& my glorious dead my blacknesses
my rejoicings bless the color of the womb & cosmos
& mouth of the sea bless the color of my dead
my most spectacular & relentless dead
YOU ARE READING
THE TWENTY SECOND YEAR
PoetryAt birth, we are all sentenced to life- to live. Highest Rankings: #4 in poembook #4 in poemcollection © z. t. corley, 2024
