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Applause Wanting To Be Heard

I really don’t know me and that’s what I will never forget or forgive. – CZV

I can’t tell you how many kingdoms or nations there were or are in Africa nor can I tell you how great or small my tribe’s place in the world was. I can’t tell you whether my people were from this valley or that and whether they invented something that changed the course of human events forever. I can’t tell you what they were before they were exterminated or became extinct or whether they were or are the foundation for all that is human today. I am not sure it matters. I am sure this truly black hole aches sometimes. It’s a void looking for a sound to fill it. It’s applause wanting to be heard. Hear it. Hear me.

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Disclaimer

Fuel for someone’s fire
reacting to sparks
Woodies going up in flames
warm breath on my crotch
Burning crosses
lawn dreams
as often as not.

Do you dream of me
a leathered clown
you prefer a beggar
who bleats for food
a buffoon
in the midst of baboonery.

Skyscraping a living
sparrows falconing justice
tearing talented tenths to shreds.

Left in the atlantic
by the millions
minnows pretending shark
eyes bigger than their teeth.

Justice more cruel than freedom
not available to 3/5ers
railroaded past stations
filled with burlapped cotton.

I sing to mulattos
seminal relations of a nation
Disinherited
Disenchanted
Disenfranchized
Disheartened
Destroyed
Dark and dusky
raised fists
on one knee
prayers shouted outside church
are unacceptable protest
There is a disclaimer
with the American dream.