Word processer
Wordless and
Black

I can't find the keys
To punch
The letters
A Worthless
hack

wordless lies
On black-filled screen

writ for those
who fail to read

who
Take no pleasure
in splintered dreams

Of
White filled keys
On Blacken screens

My grandmother was all dressed up nice
In her Sunday going to church clothes
'The man is coming, the man is coming'
she said and made me take a bath,

'The man is coming, The man is coming.'
She dressed me, best she could,
made me wear my Sunday shoes

'Oh wow, ' I thought 'this man must be  god,  
Maybe the savior himself, coming to visit and
Bless.'

‘The man is coming, The man is coming'
a big long car pulled up our dirt lane.

‘The man is coming, The man is coming'
she hushed me at the door.

At the open door stood a man, alright
My eight-year-old mind did comprehend

A man
This man
This white man
Carrying a model G Electrolux Vacuum cleaner

This man
This white man
hawking his wears
was the MAN?

We've been through…

Mopped floors
Porches swept
Windows scrubbed
And cleaned

Grass cut
Gulf course greens
Your garbage emptied
And dumped

Doors opened
That once was closed
Sitting anywhere on
A bus

From
takeout windows
Kitchens in the back
Drug store countertops

To
Front door service
Indoor seating as long
As it was in the back

From
Service doors
To Hotel doors
To Highrise vacation
Resorts

From
Back door only
To front door
To every door in
the house

From
poor house
to urban house
to a seat in the
white house

Yet
There's still a door
Closed to us

A door that
not even you can budge
a door that will be
barred and shut
even when I'm
long since gone

A Door that can only
be opened
by the will of
ALL of us

I'd like to believe
we are doing
it again
That another black
is in

I'd like to believe
that 45's ride ends
That when we fight
we win

I'd like to believe
a woman can win
and that weird is not
the thing

I guess I'll wait
till this race ends
and hope I won't
lose faith
again

No tears
Have I
For you

No tears
Have I
To cry

Although
I tried

Leak water
From parched eyes

No tears
Could I cry
For you

When you died…
I died too

In my ears
I can hear the sound
Of my heartbeat
Constant, Sad, and lonely

Mimicking the way that I feel
Since the loss of you