Not Quite Dead

Poem By Etienne Charilaou

boys
i don't promise you nothing
but this
what you pawn
i will redeem
what you steal
i will conceal
my private silence to
your public guilt
is all i got

girls
first time a white man
opens his fly
like a good thing
we'll just laugh
laugh real loud my
black women

children
when they ask you
why is your mama so funny
say
she is a poet
she don't have no sense

Comments about Not Quite Dead

Boys, be straight turn off the TV don't sit giggling foolishly listen to your big mama go do your homework or i will whip your black ass and you will plead and cry - mama, please, no mama...
With a nice style the poet has put his point hard. Humorous.Thanks for sharing.
Beautiful poem with humor huntingly depicted. Thanks and congratulations for POD.
Nicely put forth. A sensible way to correct a wrong perception. Thanks, Lucille.
I feel it was so thoughtful and humor of her to give children this admonition........very well crafted.......thanks for sharing


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