Poem of the Day
1981
By Asiya Wadud
in a world the orange sun resets
in a world the orange sun resets
Many friends came with us
and whoever did not come was no longer a friend.
my dream was to move to france
and become a warrior for the lord cuz
I was poor , confused and wasn’t sure my dad loved me
Freddie Mercury
Venus Williams
Bruno Mars
I built my home
in threatening handsome young men
on the basketball court.
Can residents who paint or draw
display art in the lobby?
No, their art might be ugly.
actually the angel’s already inside
with the groceries, carried them in
in one stupid angel trip
They close the factory
They close the school
They point with fear
When I was regional
they let me have hands
I can’t but for doing,
I guess, put my eye
against crossing
unprecious, as song to howl,
as captain to warlord, as wolf
to man, as the wolf in the man