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After Greensboro

October 17, 2008

At the dance
we garnered glares
from white boys, black girls
as the mirrored ball distorted
everyone’s color.
When we kissed,
the fullness of your mouth
was a surprise to mine
(the exoticism of race).
Since we sensed
our connection was taboo,
we would retreat to the movies
(ticket taker’s tariff of a stare)
and sink
into the receiving arms
of the slightly rocking chairs.
The dark claimed us for a couple hours
before we would emerge vulnerably into the daze-bright day.
When I think of you now
I wonder at how we were unaware
of the Greensboro massacre.
How we thought
white sheets suggested only love.

by Kimberly L. Becker

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  1. October 17, 2008 at 5:37 pm

    This is brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.

  2. October 18, 2008 at 1:44 am

    yes.

  3. R
    October 20, 2008 at 9:33 pm

    Perfect! Utterly perfect.

  4. Christina Pacosz
    October 21, 2008 at 12:06 pm

    The subject matter of our times: the taboo!!!

    Good to read your poem.

  5. October 23, 2008 at 12:30 pm

    Twenty years or so ago we lived near Greensboro. To the casual eye, it looked all calm. With this marvelous poem I’m taken both back – to the civil rights days – and forward – in fear and hope for Barak Obama – and our country.

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