Tyehimba Jess Biography

My God is the living God,
God of the impertinent exile.
An outcast who carved me
into an outcast carved
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Let me tell you how
white hands kilned me
in the moonless middle
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We three warriors
were called forth
to be, forever, enemies.
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When I got old enough
I asked my mother,
to her surprise,
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Our Box Henry hid away.
John Berryman's Ol' Henry sulked.
I see his point—he was trying to put one over.
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