Monday, September 18, 2006
Guest poem. The Loneliness of the Long Distance Black Woman
This land I wasn't born
This land I wasn’t born
My child wasn’t born here either
So we can leave, I guess we can
Will this land search for me, for alimony
This land I wasn't born is like my lover
Who hates me, wants all I have fifty, fifty
And gives me nothing in return.
No love, or act of love,
I am not happy in this union
One sided, my lover is sucking
Me dry and slowly killing me.
With toxin, un-readable labels and secret ingredients
Mental torture, and mountain of stress
If I drive a new car police fallows me
I am black, something wrong with that
This land I wasn't born is like a lover
Taking me for all I haven’t got.
Copyright 2006 Janet Harvey