Amiri Baraka shocked with truth.
Jackie Robinson — culture slayer.
Al’s friends arrived before us.
My pale legs unfurled.
Her crackle dissolved to pout.
Black graves robbed of Mother’s Day joy.
Mumbles fluttered, flowers lay mute.
Al’s family berated her on the way home.
If I do not come next year,
Will she revive her serenade to Negro remains?
Or am I now part of her?