Your Favorite Poems

Truly Scrumptious · 02-04-2012, 10:03 AM

poem supposed to be about
one minute and the lives of three women in it
writing it and up
the block a woman killed
by her husband

poem now about one minute
and the lives of four women
in it

haitian mother
she walks through
town carrying her son's
head—banging it against
her thigh calling out
creole come see, see what
they've done to my flesh
holds on to him grip tight
through hair wool
his head all that's
left of her

in tunisia
she folds pay up into stocking
washes his european semen
off her head
hands her heart to god
and this month's rent to mother
sings berber the gold
haired one favored me, rode
and ripped my flesh, i now
have food to eat

brooklyn lover
stumbles—streets ragged under sneakers
she carries her heart
banged up against
thighs crying ghetto
look, look what's been done with
my flesh, my trust, humanity,
somebody tell me
something good

~ Suheir Hammad

02-04-2012, 10:03 AM	#11
Truly Scrumptious Member How Do You Identify?: Femme Relationship Status: She's my mirror twin, my next of kin Join Date: Sep 2011 Location: Entre Lajeunesse et la sagesse Posts: 667 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 2,047 Thanked 1,780 Times in 557 Posts Rep Power: 21474849	4:02 p.m. poem supposed to be about one minute and the lives of three women in it writing it and up the block a woman killed by her husband poem now about one minute and the lives of four women in it haitian mother she walks through town carrying her son's head—banging it against her thigh calling out creole come see, see what they've done to my flesh holds on to him grip tight through hair wool his head all that's left of her in tunisia she folds pay up into stocking washes his european semen off her head hands her heart to god and this month's rent to mother sings berber the gold haired one favored me, rode and ripped my flesh, i now have food to eat brooklyn lover stumbles—streets ragged under sneakers she carries her heart banged up against thighs crying ghetto look, look what's been done with my flesh, my trust, humanity, somebody tell me something good ~ Suheir Hammad