Cross-posted with permission from The Truth Shall Set Your Teeth Free
They said dark-skinned African prostitutes
Were all the rage in raging Egypt
A place I accused of being non-racist
But that was no excuse
For the man to put his hands on me
Or whistle from his car
“How about tonight, dark honey?”
At least that’s what I explained
To the policemen who saved them
From a possible neighborhood lynching
When they asked me why I bludgeoned his head
And black-eyed his friend
With my groceries.
beckie says
a beautiful sad poem.