Black 1/2 Poem by Byron Cornell Ford II
Black 1/2
I sit
eyes closed prose black views
need plenty tissues for all these issues
achoo achoo
see what I'm sayin?
sniffles pile
thoughts compile
I have a story to tell
stay a while
first born finished last
generation torn
evil galore
Wearing a sinners cast
generic genes
and a yankee baseball cap
Grandeur glimpses
at gigantic genitalia
I gibe at my blessed genesis
like
' this is my black half '
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