Two Poems by Jamilah Ali

Do Black People Speak a Foreign Language?Hell to the no. You told me 50 years agoDonna Reed cannot translate jive into Wonder BreadUnderstood soft squishyWarm lolling tongueRolling Rrrrr’s thrumNot a TV...

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