THIS MINI CHALLENGE IS GIVEN BY KATY AND SUSAN AT COLOR ONLINE. HERE IS THE LINK BELOW.
Lucille Clifton
When I watch you
wrapped up like garbage
sitting, surrounded by the smell
of too old potato peels
or
when I watch you
in your old man's shoes
with the little toe cut out
sitting, waiting for your mind
like next weeks grocery
I say
when I watch you
you wet brown bag of a woman
who used to be the best looking gal in Georgia
used to be called the Georgia Rose
I stand up
through your destruction
I stand up
This poem always speaks to me. All black women, especially the old ones sitting quietly on a porch or at a picnic under a tree or waiting for a bus in the sun their head covered by an old silk rag and a no design umbrella over their head or the woman lying in a hospital bed, who should not feel our love and respect crushing down on them like old grapes not put in a pail. I want to "stand up" remembering them before their present destruction. POC Celebrate National Poetry Month
