Best Indignities Poems

Your large stuffed synthetic sack
and the aching bones and muscles
that strain against the pain
of a planet that you're sure must hate you,
are sure that you...

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The battles on the field are harsh and tough
The looting in their wake engorged with greed
Abundant spoils of war are not enough.
 
Atrocious in their...

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The battles on the field are harsh and tough
The looting in their wake engorged with greed
Abundant spoils of war are not enough.
 
Atrocious in their...

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Do you really think, that I am going to trade my eternal soul,
for your bowl of germ infested puke? Think again!
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O' sullen sullies of...

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My family marched peacefully in Selma that day,
Hoping Martin’s spirit would lift us far away
From prejudice and violence that perpetrators
Had cast on us for centuries...

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Many U.S. citizens
deny that democratic civility and classism can,
and often do,
co-exist.

These tend to be
those who also deny
the multigenerational inheritance of enslaving racism
in defense of egalitarian...

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Hate is a geography 
A floating continent really.
It spends most of its time
In the Far East (the Orient)
And moves west with the sun
To nourish its...

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A good portion of the nation is living out loud

involuntarily, because of invasion of privacy,

Inquisitions prompted by religious affliliations

and racial discriminations,

Private living has become obsolete,

obliterated...

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Keep in mind the indignities felt
when they skin us alive for a belt.
But here now he drops in
Brothers, let us begin
to let him know just...

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I accidentally let one loose, shoot,
it's going to get embarrassing soon.
For even though it was merely a toot,
it held a stench that oft makes women...

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Across the cracked concrete slabs,
past a fallen dogwoods left lying like so much litter;
at the red brick base of the courthouse, the jurors strode.

Through the...

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	Black people get no respect
And we never will get it,
	if we ain’t got it yet
The white man doesn’t truly consider us a threat,
we’re the best...

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FOR A SWEET SABLE SAINTLY MOTHER

Wearing her crown of pearly white hair,
Her sunken orbs glowed with a regal glare.
Her ebony hued, wrinkle hands, strong as...

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That's where her house used to stand
smack dab in the middle of a dead end road
The prettiest talker you'd ever want to hear
Known for her...

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YouthGroup interviews WiseElder lunch crowd

Notes:

(1) What do you recommend for improving our long-term health prospects?

Question met with quiet,
not smug,
possibly embarrassed?
amusement.


Honey,
I'm eighty years old.
My goal is...

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