Amiri Baraka

by Akintiunde

within one night's
young calmness, i reclined in a chair
by a window and approached

we exchanged within me
thoughts, ideas
i dressed him in "my brother"
not like my brother, he redressed doffingly
"but here is my poetry, my fight"
not like my poetry, not like my fight

a sneer danced within his words,
which kissed my gently heart
(beating within a furious stillness),
and growled like a lion searching
amid kittens for a pride


he upheld  me
a mirror
when i saw my black
i cried

his words pointed to a moon,
who had risen full within
the night,

go to her and of her eatage slowly ingest
she is the creaming filling wanting to make
an oreo.

Amiri Baraka by Akintiunde

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