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Dinner Guest: Me
Margaret O Driscoll (23 09 1960 / Ireland)

Dinner Guest: Me

I know I am
The Negro Problem
Being wined and dined,
Answering the usual questions
That come to white mind
Which seeks demurely
To Probe in polite way
The why and wherewithal
Of darkness U.S.A.--
Wondering how things got this way
In current democratic night,
Murmuring gently
Over fraises du bois,
"I'm so ashamed of being white."

The lobster is delicious,
The wine divine,
And center of attention
At the damask table, mine.
To be a Problem on
Park Avenue at eight
Is not so bad.
Solutions to the Problem,
Of course, wait.

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Comments (5)

Wow, this is so familiar.
Every poet that reads this one is gonna say me too.
Just like many more of mine I found another long lost poem..Meeting old friend is very emotive in expression. Wisely drafted poem shared on.10
This poem held my attention throughout not only for its beautiful rhymes and flow, but the suspense of - was the poem found, what happened, what about the deadline? It describes so well a reality of putting something special in a special place (to be easily found) and then, of course, totally forgetting what that special place was. Also, the unexpected discovery of something not even thought about, but there it is: a poem of long ago - like revisiting an old friend. Lovely poetic description of what happens in life so often, with poems and just about everything else. Deadlines - oh my goodness, that's a stress nobody really likes too much. Thank you for sharing this slice of life in a very palatable and pleasant way.
I undertand this poem so much, I love finding old poems