Why do you talk like that?
It rises in an instant,
the bile in my throat
it spreads like wildfire,
the burn in my back
My voice intrudes,
a choked whisper
Like i have no business speaking English,
Speaking at all?
Like I’m not just some wanderer
reaping where I haven’t sown?
Like I’m not destined for the cornfields,
Created for the Slave Rows?
Like I’m any better than your cattle
any higher than a flee-ridden stray?
Like my people don’t cavort with monkeys
and rear elephants for food?
Like i’m not descended
from a long line of flesh sellers,
And my hair
isn’t a nest of dirt, lice and despair,
Like I’m any good
Like I ought not to still hover
in the back of your bus?
No, She says
Eyes piercing through momentary madness
Slipping through slats in my fortress
Like this funny guy my sister brought home ages ago.