National Poetry Month–Let Me Come to You (Pat Parker)

Let me come to you naked

come without my masks

and lay beside you

Let me come to you old

come as a dying snail

and lay beside you

Let me come to you angry

come shaking with hate

come callused

and lay beside you

even more

Let me come to you strong

come sure and free

come powerful

and lay with you

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National Poetry Month–Pat Parker

Once again, it’s April and it’s National Poetry Month. You know what time it is:

Have you Ever Tried to Hide?-Pat Parker

Have you ever tried to hide?

In a group

of women

hide

yourself

slide between the floorboards

slide yourself away child

away from this room

& your sister

before she notices

your Black self &

her white mind

slide your eyes

down

away from the other Blacks

afraid-a meeting of eyes

& pain would travel between you-

change like milk to buttermilk

a silent rage.

SISTER! your foot’s smaller,

but it’s still on my neck.

National Poetry Month–Pat Parker

I’ve been away for a while, finishing up my preliminary exams and starting the dissertation process. My return  is spurred by my desire to honor some of my favorite Black lesbian poets this month.  Enjoy.

Have you Ever Tried to Hide?-Pat Parker

Have you ever tried to hide?

In a group

of women

hide

yourself

slide between the floorboards

slide yourself away child

away from this room

& your sister

before she notices

your Black self &

her white mind

slide your eyes

down

away from the other Blacks

afraid-a meeting of eyes

& pain would travel between you-

change like milk to buttermilk

a silent rage.

SISTER! your foot’s smaller,

but it’s still on my neck.

My Lady Ain’t No Lady-Pat Parker

my lady ain’t no lady

she doesn’t flow into a room—

she enters and her presence is felt.

she doesn’t sit small—

she takes all her space.

she doesn’t partake of meals—

she eats—replenishes herself.

my lady ain’t no lady—

she has been known

to speak in loud voice

to pick her nose,

stumble on a sidewalk,

swear at her cats,

swear at me,

scream obscenities at men,

paint rooms,

repair houses,

tote garbage,

play basketball,

& numerous other un lady like things.

my lady is definitely no lady

which is fine with me,

cause i ain’t no gentleman.