Twenty Dollars At The Door

Until we commit ourselves to ensuring that the underclass is given justice and opportunity, we will continue to perpetuate the anger and violence that tears at the soul of this nation.
Martin Luther King, April, 1968




The

legacy of civil rights

drowns in a glass of 

Courvoisier 

during MLK weekend.



Its final gasp 

of air muffled

by gyrating ass cheeks 

clapping to the rhythm of

neo-plantation lullabies.
  


Ten dollars in advance,

twenty dollars at the door;

the real cost: bits of one's soul

and slivers of ancestral DNA steadily

devolving into a nightmare

nobody believes is happening,

but is unfolding right before

our eyes.



I guess that's why so many folks have become

accustomed to looking away.




© 2014 abruvanamedsly


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8 comments:

  1. A strong poem that really packs a punch! Whew!

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  2. whew....smack it in the face....yes, we keep coming up with ways to distract ourselves...and make token holidays to the memory to give us a day off to have a bbq..or...

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  3. I specially like the ending ~ Maybe its because we can't handle it, so we just bury our heads in the sand ~ Gritty write ~

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  4. poems that strike at the truth have a savage power. They can also convict people. This is that type of poem.

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  5. Extremely powerful and intense write - thank you

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  6. I like the progression from generic anger into the specific at the end. The firs one was amazing.

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  7. Yes, and they will continue to look away. Nice closing to this piece.

    Pamela

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