Eugene Ethelbert Miller Poems

sometimes the deaf
hear better than the blind
some men
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in the early twenties
a boat brought
my father to America
his first impressions
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My four year old daughter comes home from school with a map of the world. This
is Africa she tells me. This is where we
come from. Daddy watch me color the rest
of the world. I watch her color Europe red
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on the top shelf
of the closet
in the hat my father
wears on special occasions
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He watched her move the food in her plate
And he was moved -
He wanted to follow the food to her lips
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snow falling on prayers
covering the path
made by your
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It was the language that left us first.
The Great Migration of words. When people
spoke they punched each other in the mouth.
There was no vocabulary for love. Women
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tomorrow
i will take the
journey back
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Rosa Parks dreams about
a bus in Jerusalem. A headless
woman sits in her seat. There is no
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When you were in elementary school
no one told you about the black laws
of cause and effect. Your science teacher
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