Black, The Old Blue |
by Allison Whittenburg |
Black girl reaches her Black arms toward her Black mother (she is 3 she wants to be held she needs her) Black mother takes her away Black hands, pushes her Black daughter away (she is 18 she doesn't want her she wishes she'd never had her) Black death slow the absence of Black love in a Black horizon (they have separate despairs they have nothing in common they are both black.) |