House For Sale Poem by Anita Taylor

House For Sale



Bought a new house in this exclusive neighborhood.
Things were looking up, life was good.
Met my new neighbors, they'd wave, I'd wave back.
I don't think it mattered that my face was black.
Six months later, all is still well.
Noticed a sign in my neighbor's yard.
House for Sale.

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I thought of this poem while riding through a area that had suffered from white flight when blacks stared moving in the neighborhood

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February 9,2014, Clinton, MS)
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