Self-Portrait Bop

  after Langston Hughes

If it hasn’t killed you by now
Just wait. This doesn’t mean you
Can fly. In the quarter, in the
Shadows. The supermarket sea,
A blue safari, a pot of collard greens,
A field of flower seeds. These are things

America never was. America to me
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