stands alone on shaky ground f r o n t i n’
as (he) s t r u g g l e s to get work done
cryin’ over wars wagin’ w/ in
(his) own house that has suddenly become / d i v i d e d
in yo/yard cherry-pickin’ dubious
morsels of intelligence how s t u p i d
when tea-cup (s) r u n n e t h over
bt
still folk choose to form their own party
out on yo/lawn
beside that missin’ s a c r e d Bush/
gonna take more than jus’ a s p l a s h
of color to refurbish that broken down house
bt
at least in four short year (s) (he) be
lieves (his) lease will be up
Kenny Fame is the winner of The Tenth Annual Black Writers Conference Poetry Writing Award. He lives in New York City.
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