Black History Month - Introduction

The cat took its paws off my tongue I broke my silence I broke, the yolk is the anger in the white Do cats have favorite food I hope the cat returns O I hope it comes tonight For I am black and invisible in the night But my voice, my voice This poem shall be heard that I write With the point of a thousand stars With the white milk of a thousand galaxies Of memories Milk of surrogate mothers Milk of white England, Europeans and Americans My voice will drink this milk and sing And sing the bitterness I taste I will spit The way you spit on my race The way you spit in my face Because you thought your light was so bright I would not see My own misery Was rooted in your false kindness to me Was rooted in this hatred Of a color From the beginning of the world When God stepped out And changed it with the coming of the light Tonight I write Longer than the month of days The love of liberation The bridge to the better days My poem is not revenge I am searching for catharsis here Something to make truth Vomits up itself And foul the feathered air