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BY DIANE DI PRIMA

you are my bread
and the hairline
noise
of my bones
you are almost
the sea

BY NIKKI GIOVANNI

BY PETER BRADLEY

Inside the cuckoo clock

he sits in claustrophobic silence

By Nikki Giovanni

We are not lovers
because of the love
we make
but the love
we have

BY DANTE ALIGHIERI

BY CHARLOTTE BRONTE

By Sonia Sanchez

(for Emmett Louis Till)

1.

Your limbs buried

in northern muscle carry

BY BRENDA SHAUGHNESSY

If it takes me all day,

I will get the word freshened out of this poem.

 

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