Coatrack of Invisibility.

0 Comments

Coatrack of Invisibility.

Hang yourself, poet, in your own words.

-Langston Hughes, 1964

 

            In Response to Langston Hughes’ Visitors to the Black Belt:

I live on the other side of

History’s railroad tracks—

My own version of here,

not far from your side of the tracks.

 

You talk about

down in the south.

I live my life

here in the south.

 

The one drop rule renders me

a man without a race.

On the inside,

I fight the same as you.

            Identity

            confused by

            lack of features

similar to any race.

I am hanging myself daily on a coat rack of invisibility.

That is who I am.

Poem Comments

(0)

Please login or register

You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
leave comments/feedback and rate this poem.

Login or Register

Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

Unknown Source

Chiabone’s Poems (8)

Title Comments
Title Comments
Love Song for The Apocalypse 0
Moving Clouds 3
Grass Stains. 1
This Curse 0
Stages 0
Guise of the Devil. 0
Coatrack of Invisibility. 0
Blank Page 1