Friday, June 10, 2011

Poem II - June 10, 2011

You were a black her
She kind of a white you
You are a younger her
She an older you
There is an uncanny sameness
A mother and daughter that
Never met and never really happened.
You look alike proving
That Ararat Ark Caucasian
Babely thing may have happened.
How else do you explain it…

Well OK… Her Dad and Your Mom
Or maybe marauders and rapists and
Slave owning mysogenists
From oh so long ago
Or maybe it’s just the luck
Of the genetic draw…