Saturday, April 2, 2016

The Weight of Simple Questions — National Poetry Month

365 Day Subway Poems reveals a celebratory fact: we are all poets. Here is a recent poem that is exquisite. Thank you, Shapel M. Now, go read many other poems (on Facebook or on the Web) — perhaps it will inspire you to write your own.

The Weight of Simple Questions

the weight of simple questions
or the dark star
gravity of tiny hands
is enough to
choke on,
and beat back the burn
in your eyes.
To be black is
to consider
the untimely death of
your children.
There is no language for
why a life matters.
It’s logic is
The way one hand can
curl and leaf blindly around another
a brown finger
stuck in a bramble of hair,
laughter, squeezing the ribs,
Hurt so thick it
makes the day slow and
heavy and wordless.
What does it cost me
to explain my life to you?
To find acquittal
For my breathing?
To plead for water?
To question the nature
of my love, and pain
and hope to better
answer your own?
What should it cost
when we pay in children?
In years?
Simple questions.
Tiny hands,
enough to
choke on, and beat,
back the burn in your eyes
and sometimes find
yourself silent
and shaking.

by Shapel M

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