Nikki Giovanni Poems

It's a journey . . . that I propose . . . I am not the guide . . . nor technical assistant . . . I will be your fellow passenger . . .
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I always like summer
best
you can eat fresh corn
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they clapped when we landed
thinking africa was just an extension
of the black world
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The laws of science teach us a pound of gold weighs as
much as a pound of flour though if dropped from any
undetermined height in their natural state one would
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all i gotta do
is sit and wait
sit and wait
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rain is
god's sperm falling
in the receptive
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Trees are never felled . . . in summer . . . Not when the fruit . . .
is yet to be borne . . . Never before the promise . . . is fulfilled . . .
Not when their cooling shade . . . has yet to comfort . . .
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Backing out the driveway
the car lights cast an eerie glow
in the morning fog centering
on movement in the rain slick street
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walking down park
amsterdam
or columbus do you ever stop
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I wanted to write
a poem
that rhymes
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