All This
living in oakland
i never know
when i leave my home
if i’ll return alive
i’m less valuable than gum
on the sidewalk that sticks to your shoes
three friends were killed this year
they weren’t into dope or gangs
and i saw my first dead person
when i looked down at ron
in his coffin i couldn’t move
i thought i would faint
felt like a piece of paper
being blown on the street
someone in the line nudged
me forward
afterwards several of us
drifted to the park
by school and i just cried and cried
none of it made sense
ron was the captain of our
soccer team
i might be dead tomorrow
or the next
but i want to live
i want to go to college
for ron
for myself
i want a chance
to fall in love
play soccer at college
travel to senegal or kenya
make a wish on the full moon
like my mother says
focus on staying alive
staying alive
stay alive
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Throughout the month of April, National Poetry Month, poets from the Caribbean and South Florida will be featured on this blog.
4 comments:
Opal doesn't say "travel to Lesotho," but I went beyond that and loved the poem. If I had to choose a favourite line it would be, "i’m less valuable than gum." Great.
Rethabile, Opal is a poet with a great sense of line and imagery...this is especially true with her erotic poems.
Bless up,
Geoffrey
And the erotic poems, are they in a specific book, scattered amond different books, or somewhere online, hidden from prying eyes?
I have launched a search several times and came out clean.
Happy summer to you (Today is the 20th of June). I'm loving your blog more with its increased frequency of poems.
In good Sesotho, Kea leboha.
Rethabile, try this collection:
Opal
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