“Inspired from
Poems by Maya Angelou”
With skin like dawn
The scullery maids create a love child
From the Black-White truth of
The lip-wise owners living
in the broken air spread across their massive
properties
The fruit and grains witness
The blooming horror
of the staining on the shoes
Of the grown
Rubbing the nakedness of the child’s bursting
balloon belly
Whilst thick scars lay across their backs
and their tiny hands calloused
from the weight of a thousand white men
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