I wonder if this will make the news.
They'll put words in my mouth.
I'll be rewritten.
Nobody loves me.
I love them.
My family, my kids.
I wish I could have written them a letter,
let them know it's not their fault.
let Mama know it's not her fault.
let her know it's not her fault.
No matter what story they write,
all black and white, so sharp
I could cut myself on the print,
the truth is this:
Suicide is a black man with a white woman
south of the Mason-Dixon line.
I wonder if this will make the news:
They don't know the beauty of summer storms here.
Sugarcane all around, cornfields, the green smell.
Twisting in the wind,
a green bed sheet
or a work shirt.
Damp shiny leaves blowing in the wind,
tickling my face in the warm summer rain.
* The Remyth Project.
** "A black man is found hanged in Florida: suicide or first lynching in two decades?" The Independent. July 29, 2003.