Afaa Michael Weaver Poems

In general population, census
is consensus—ain't nowhere to run
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I am a city of bones
deep inside my marrow,
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The one horse you gave me
you took back when she went insane,
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Black women keep secrets tied up in hankies
they stuff in their bras, secrets of how their necks
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It is not just my problem. It belongs
to us all. I have been cajoled into
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I see myself in the shadows of a leaf
compressed to the green blades growing
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The survey says all groups can make more money
if they lose weight except black men...men of other colors
and women of all colors have more gold, but black men
are the summary of weight, a lead thick thing on the scales,
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I was parading the Côte d'Azur,
hopping the short trains from Nice to Cannes,
following the maze of streets in Monte Carlo
to the hill that overlooks the ville.
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