A few years back and they told me Black …
June Jordan
At the throat of Soweto …
I didn’t know and nobody told me and what …
Tell them that I stood …
Grief scrapes at my skin …
I …
You have …
It’s a sunlit morning …
At least it helps me to think about my son …
Dear Sirs: …
I do not wish to speak about the bulldozer and the …
Infinity doesn’t interest me …
Even tonight and I need to take a walk and clear …
I never thought I’d keep a record of my pain …
How do we come to be here next to each other …
What will we do …
You say, “Close your eye to the butterfly!” …
I turn to my Rand McNally Atlas. …
I will love who loves me …
You came with shells. And left them: …