Blues

Sonia Sanchez

In the night
in my half hour
negro dreams
i hear voices knocking at the door
i see walls dripping screams up
and down the halls
won't someone open
the door for me? won't some
one schedule my sleep
and don't ask no questions?
noise.
like when he took me to his
home away from home place
and i died the long sought after
death he'd planned for me.
Yeah, bessie he put in the bacon
and it overflowed the pot.
and two days later
when i was talking
i started to grin.
as everyone knows
i am still grinning.





Last updated March 12, 2023