my mother I made her
black
so I would be humble.
I went as a soldier
into the silence of women
and found it lacked the peace
afforded hell.
I gave my only word
to my son, and he went off
with his sister.
I returned from the war
(took up with a man)
I was born with.
Jul 1, 2012
Jul 1, 2012 at 2:54 PM UTC
my mother I made her
black
so I would be humble.
I went as a soldier
into the silence of women
and found it lacked the peace
afforded hell.
I gave my only word
to my son, and he went off
with his sister.
I returned from the war
(took up with a man)
I was born with.
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