It was a beautiful thing to get to know black men, black-as-black men who took me in.
But did I get the reputation, among them, that I was a type of white-and-into-them men.
How can you not love black men when you are standing in their den and they're alright
and relaxed with you there, showing their delight that you're a special theirs-with-them
I receive the red rice and beans, up until the sleeping part of the crib, where there are
coal-red blankets twisted, instead of a proper bed, silky bare mattress, authority, agency
There never was a more generous give-and-take relationship as there in those rooms,
above a business, removed from patrimony between the government cheese shipments
Ja-taym, pour Hoolie
Our NYC Solstice (Limerick)
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