Mama Said I Cain't Have No Company

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Black Poetry

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We learned Ebonics early. It

came with milk and cookies,

came like a sweet roll melting

in the mouth lasting a lifetime

and never forgotten.

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It was a part of the funeral, 

like flowers. A part of eternity

in a wooden box. Learning to speak

was hard enough. Learning to

speak another way made the sense

of confinement touchable as a

crib's ribs.

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Speaking in tongues was the way

to speak without being overheard.

Thought was muted or spoken behind

closed doors. Reality seldom

passed the lips. Ruthless silence

devolved to self-demeaningd where

saying a feeling was absolutely

forbidden. Unable to suppress the need

to say, cursing became the venue

for conversation.

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Reinforced silence inevitably

damaged the will to say anything.

Scripted against the conditionings

of no, we mastered the art of saying

nothing. 

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allets

09-26-06

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

From Womanchild Manchild (Revised 08-25-19)

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