"Poor Blacks: I Said My Name was Talitha"

 

                                                                                 

                         

Don't forget about the poor Blacks 

For I am a Poor Black

Jealousy swallowed our country home and ate through her jailed heart 

I was broken into prisms

Liquid eyes follow me

The fog is lifting. 

Don't forget about the poor Blacks 

For I am a poor Black Sister 

To the sold out Blacks

To the high yellow Blacks 

To the Blacks that are passing

To the dark-skinned Blacks

For the Blacks who are crazy, Bartholomew 

To the educated Blacks 

For the inequality of Blacks 

Don't forget you are Black

Fish play backgammon on Tuesdays 

While Queens die to take a milk bath

Murderer!

Don't forget about the poor Blacks 

For I am a.poor Black 

The sun expressed itself in fated charades, as it danced with a pauper through clouds

Wolves were gray and were still Wolves 

Eyes blurred color lines from intoxication peaking

A sticky blue lollipop broke off in her mouth and her name was Chelsea

Don't forget about the poor Blacks 

For I am a poor Black who was put out of mind

I attended a funeral when I was 49

I now  lament in a requiem

Eyes are bloodshot at 3am in a rainshower and I was left to chance in an interracial family fighting off teenage pregnancy on Lakeview Avenue South 

Come to the Lord

I loved every one of you that died 

Don't forget the poor Blacks for I am a poor Black 

Poor on 3rd

Poor.on Seneca 

Kneel before the Lord

Pray

By Tiffany Haty 

April 17th, 2024