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The Blues I Don't Want to Remember
- Callaloo
- Johns Hopkins University Press
- Volume 27, Number 2, Spring 2004
- p. 395
- 10.1353/cal.2004.0070
- Article
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The Blues I Don't Want to Remember
Honorée Fanonne Jeffers
When I ended up locked
in a room between them.
My mother was sitting on the bed
twisting her hands and he beaton the door demanding to be let in.
I was six and the song
of a man still could fool me.Let Daddy in, sweetheart
Let your Daddy in
I searched for this honey in anyone's
mouth for close to thirty years,then I wised up.—Have I finally wised up?
Let Daddy in, baby
Come on, let your Daddy inI almost turned the knob that day
until my mother called to me.
Don't open that door
Child, don't open that doorNow I hear her threatening
as my pen scratches across this page.
She wants to remind methat truth telling can leap on you
with a backhanded fierceness,
leave a black and blue mark in the morning
that will throb through the night long.
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