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With the sensual intercourse between pen and paper.. paper and pen
The friction increases again and again
Racial Co existence has never been so extraordinarily personified
As when black ink, caresses white paper , resulting in this illegitimate love child.
Made with love under cold sheets in the dead of night
This poem is as....tight....
as a fist
As ill as a cyst
As fluid as the wrist .. of a black woman’s gestures.
Though it cries to be heard, to be seen, to be acknowledged
It is nurtured with thought integrity and courage
It grows in the womb of its maker.. Rigid and Terse
It grows a new stanza
Sprouts a new verse.