Her blackness was visible
to the enemy, in a place
where hard wood trees bound
a woman's anguish; hair twisted
in Spanish Moss of ash claws
swaying in the air,
here the oaks blanch the
blood of the Lambs,
in their white lace corsets.
Yes, this is an ember blonde
town, where crewcut sheriffs
run down the innocent at 3:00 am,
and you can hear men whisper
curses through tainted walls
against the darkness, as white
magnolia blossoms can not be seen,
white robes marked with KKK
can not hide in shadows
nor can Revlon conceal the color
of skin, where white satin sheets
glim first drops of blood,
and I wonder if they realize
it ruins the crotches of
cotton panties; turning us
all to scarlet women:
deserving of deformation,
like the women in the trees
and my rage washes between
blue lines, in a place that
murders all that bled white.
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