Eugene Ethelbert Miller

(1950 / United States / Bronx)

Eugene Ethelbert Miller Poems

1. Baldwin 6/25/2014
2. Before Hip Hop 6/25/2014
3. Billie Holiday 6/25/2014
4. Boxing With Your Mom 6/25/2014
5. Buddha Weeping In Winter 6/25/2014
6. Circus Animal 6/25/2014
7. Conversation 6/25/2014
8. Faith 6/25/2014
9. Fire 6/25/2014
10. Geography 6/25/2014
11. Helen 6/25/2014
12. Hitless And Crying At The Plate 6/25/2014
13. Hunger 6/25/2014
14. I Am The Land 6/25/2014
15. In Every Language 6/25/2014
16. Langston 6/25/2014
17. Lessons From Houdini 6/25/2014
18. Looking For Omar 6/25/2014
19. Malcolm X, February 1965 6/25/2014
20. Marathon 6/25/2014
21. Mississippi 6/25/2014
22. Neruda 6/25/2014
23. Omar In School 6/25/2014
24. Omar's House 6/25/2014
25. Panama 6/25/2014
26. Port-Au-Prince 6/25/2014
27. Portrait Of Three 6/25/2014
28. Postcards 6/25/2014
29. Rebecca 6/25/2014
30. Residence 6/25/2014
31. Rosa Parks Dreams 6/25/2014
32. Salat 6/25/2014
33. Science 6/25/2014
34. The Presidential Affair 6/25/2014
35. The Ear Is An Organ Made For Love 6/25/2014
36. The Evolving City 6/25/2014
37. The Things In Black Men's Closets 6/25/2014
38. The Wartime Issue 6/25/2014
39. Tomorrow 6/25/2014
40. Two Tercets To Remember 6/25/2014

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Geography

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
and all of the Atlantic. I try to encourage
the use of blues and greens but she refuses.
She sees the world with her own brown eyes.
My daughter stops coloring and prints her name at the top of her map. Jasmine- she
says like a young Columbus. Her mouth
round with wonder.

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Malcolm X, February 1965

i will die this month. how
i do not know. still there
is much work to be done. i
am afraid not for myself but
for betty and the girls. some
nights i stay awake looking
out the window, a gun in my
hand. i know how cruel people
can be. i have known hatred and

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