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Black string tied Around your tongue, Knotted to remind Where you came from And why you left Behind photographs Of people whose Names need no Pronouncing. How Do you say God Now that the night Rises sooner? How Dare you wake to work Before any alarm? I am the man asking, The great grandson Made so by the dead Tenant farmers promised A plot of land to hew. They thought they could Own the dirt they were Bound to. In that part Of the country, a knot Is something you Get after getting knocked Down, and story means Lie. In your part Of the country, class Means school, this room Where we practice Words like rope in our Hope to undo your Tongue, so you can tell A lie or break a promise Or grow like a lie. |
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