What You Mean I Can't Irony? Poem by Ishmael Reed

What You Mean I Can't Irony?



A high-yellow lawyer woman
told me I ought to go to
Europe to "broaden your per
spective." This happened at
a black black cocktail party
an oil portrait, Andrew Carnegie,
smiling down

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Ishmael Reed

Ishmael Reed

Chattanooga, Tennessee
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