Cursing themselves in ragged dreamsfire has singed the edges of,they know a slow dying the fields have come to terms with.Shimmering fans work against the heat& smell of gunpowder, making moneyfloat from hand to hand. The next momenta rocket pushes a white fistthrough night sky, & they scatter like birds& fall into the shape their liveshave become.
Yusef KomunyakaaThrough the years I have seen myself as a peaceful person, but the awareness of the anger is part of that process.
Yusef KomunyakaaWhoever said men hit harder when women are around, is right. Word for word, we beat the love out of each other.
Yusef Komunyakaa