Ntozake Shange Poems

my father is a retired magician
which accounts for my irregular behavior
everythin comes outta magic hats
or bottles wit no bottoms & parakeets
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every 3 minutes a woman is beaten
every five minutes a
woman is raped/every ten minutes
a lil girl is molested
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you are sucha fool/ i haveta love you
you decide to give me a poem/ intent on it/ actually
you pull/ kiss me from 125th to 72nd street/ on
the east side/ no less
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at 4:30 AM
she rose
movin the arms & legs that trapped her
she sighed affirmin the sculptured man
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where we come from, sometimes, beauty
floats around us like clouds
the way leaves rustle in the breeze
and cornbread and barbecue swing out the backdoor
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Fragrant breezes in the South
melt to melodies round small fires
mount tree limbs
with bodies black
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one thing i don't need
is any more apologies
i got sorry greetin me at my front door
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