Soul Vision by Lori Levy

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We can’t hide here—the only two white women

in the front row of the Crossroads Theater in south L.A.,

where Isaac, the black man, stands on stage like a submachine gun,

blasting us with Soul Vision poetry.

He fires warning shots into the air,

words so hot they make his bald scalp shine.

 

I am close enough to see his throat bulge when he swallows.

He doesn’t need the crutch of a podium in front of him

or papers to remind him what he’s written down.

“I am the first black president of the United States!” he howls.

His words bang against the walls, hit the back of the theater,

pound against the bold letters on the restroom doors: Brothers. Sisters.

His voice is as loud as the riots that ripped these streets apart

when Rodney King was beaten by white policemen.

 

No one moves.  Even the jazz band

stops for Isaac, leaving guitars, drums, saxophones on stage

as they merge with the audience.

My daughter’s arm touches mine, but I can’t turn my head,

can’t take my eyes off Isaac, the poet,

who won’t let me forget, even for a moment,

that he has suffered, his people have suffered.

I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe …

 

until the band gets up to play again.

There is my daughter on bass guitar:

a white girl with four big black men.

Soul Vision turns into Summertime:

Martin is singing, heads are nodding,

I’m tapping my foot to the swinging beat.

Isaac is tapping his foot, too.

 

Lori Levy’s poems have appeared in Poet Lore, RATTLE, Nimrod International Journal, and numerous other literary journals and anthologies in the U.S., England, and Israel.  In October, 2013, she was featured in the Aurorean as one of their “Showcase Poets,” and her health-related poems have been published in medical and medical humanities journals, including a hybrid (poetry/prose) piece she co-authored with her father, a physician.  She lives with her family in Los Angeles, but “home” has also been Vermont and Israel.  Besides writing, she thoroughly enjoys being a grandmother to her three little grandchildren.

Image: By Cmcmahon – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=18464079

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