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This is a “Poem of the Day” feature piece


Can’t I be found in the dew-soaked grass Of my own open plains Wildflowers and yellow roses Stretched as far as the horizon Sun gleaming on my black arms And big, country house Not a lynched body Hung from the low branches of a poplar tree Or blooded fields of cotton Drying the soil of all its life

Can’t I live in the big city—a woman of red stained lips And elegant dresses, fur wrapped around my shoulders Lace my thighs With a flute of champagne in my hands Cus I’ve not a care in the world Not a slain body to tend to A bullet hole in the head of some Black girl daring to be Black Can’t my city be up and coming Not gutted and left to rot on some Outer state freeway

© Ama Akoto (2018)

#racism #Dreams #blackness #blacklivesmatter #whitesupremacy #whiteviolence

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