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ANOTHER POEM FOR ME (after Recovering from an O.D.) what now what now dumb nigger damn near dead what now now that you won't dance behind the pale white doors of death what now is to be to be what you wanna be or what white I america wants you to be a lame crawling from nickel bag to nickel bag be black brother I man be black and blooming in the night be black like your fat brother sweating and straining to hold you as you struggle against the straps be black be black like your woman her painted face Boating above you her hands sliding under the sheets to take yours be black like your mamma sitting in a quiet comer praying to a white I jesus to save her black boy what now dumb nigger damn near dead where is the correctness the proper posture the serious love of living now that death has Bed these quiet corridors 39 ...

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