BEAUTIFUL

A Guest Post By Winter Chatman

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Author Winter Chatman

 

She be look’n at me like I ain’t nothin’

Cutt’n me down, My eyes have ears

I’m beautiful, you know? Really somethin’

 

Sixteen and pregnant , shoot, that ain’t nothin’

My life  My block  I have no fear

She be lookn’ at me like I ain’t nothin’

 

I ain’t cried, it ain’t no sin, nothin’

She can stare  My eyes have ears

I’m beautiful, you know? Really somethin’

 

I got straight A’s, that’s really somethin’

I ain’t stupid , you know, I can hear

She be look’n at me like I ain’t nothin

 

My college degree, that’s really something

For my life  From my block  That’s rare

I’m beautiful, you know, Really something

 

My Imani child grows, beautiful, really something

One flower in a bush so rare,

They keep looking at me like I am nothing

 

I am beautiful, you know, really something.

 

Penn State Literary Magazine 2003

 

 

 

 

AMAZING SPACE

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AMAZING SPACE

Amazing Space, how sweet the ship

That saved my sanity

I once was straight but now I’m not

At last I’m totally free.

 

Twas space at first my mind did fear

In space it was I was stranded

How precious did that space appear

The hour that I landed.

 

Through many dangerous asteroids

I dodged far away from home

Tis space! I cried where I am bound

And space from where I come!

 

Falling fast through space I’m cast

Away headed straight for the sun

I’ll be there for 10,000 years

Unless alas it’s all undone.

 

 

 

 

 

Mystery

 

What mystery lies beneath the mist enshrouded tombs?

Palmer Cemetery 4 (3)

 

The dead die hard,  they are born astride a grave

Palmer Cemetery 1

A stranger’s shadow finds its way across the yard by dead reckoning

He meets a deadend

He is deadbeat meat for worms

That’s a sensible cadaver

Palmer Cemetery 4 (1)

There never was such a season for mandrakes.

Shall we linger here until perdition caches up to us?

The Cemetery is a cockpit for comic panic

Sob heavy world, sob heavy.

 

 

THE WASP

A Poem by Benn Bell

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I saved a wasp from drowning today

I ducked my head as it flew away

I was afraid it might sting me like bee

And hurt like everything

For it is the nature of the wasp to sting

But it is my nature to do the saving thing

Tomorrow you just wait and see

I’ll be saving a Pharisee.

CLOWN SHOW

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The roar of the crowd

The smell of the greasepaint

Always signaled to me

The arrival of the circus

Wringling Brothers

Barnum and Bailey

May have folded

Their tents

But the Clown Show in Washington

Goes on just as intense.