To make it back home across town,
we had to learn to walk
only through black neighborhoods.
Think about this as the map
of a mind
laying out spaces
that are familiar and safe
as well as the places where, if it is dark, someone in the distance
crosses to the other side of the street,
just in case.
....To make it back home across town, we had to learn to walk only through black neighborhoods.... Wonderful poem.
Interesting poem, Forrest. I added you to my favorite poet's list. Hopefully, when time permits, you will take a moment to read/like some of mine. Stay blessed and I wish you continued success!
The perspective would have never occurred to me on my own. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
superb poem.........................