Collective Unrest

 

only read from exodus

July 18, 2018

we’ve cradled enuff bodies of men we love
bleeding out onto uncaring streets
learned to roll my hair with funeral programs
climbed into sheets that may shroud my children
black rituals. emmit till was my peter rabbit.
my mama only read from exodus
I am the Lord thy God, which have brought thee
out of the land of Egypt, out of slavery

i wonder what most egyptians thought
when the jews cried with locusts and plagues
and blood that their lives mattered
my father pulls from a Kool not a damn thing he exhales

backing out the drive my mama comes running gasping
you’ll need this she says unfolds one long pearl rosary

for Laquan McDonald

“only read from exodus” was originally published in Jet Girl Review

tmstringfellow (Tara Stringfellow) is a poet, novelist, and an attorney, originally from both Memphis, Tennessee and Okinawa, Japan. Third World Press published her first collection of poetry entitled, More than Dancing, in 2008. Nominated for a Pushcart Prize, her poems have appeared, or are forthcoming, in Best Emerging Poets of Illinois, Best of the Net Anthology, Jet Fuel Review, Minerva Rising, Women’s Arts Quarterly, Apogee Journal, Transitions Magazine, Linden Avenue Literary Journal, Chicago Magazine, decomp, and Prompt, among others. The author was Northwestern University’s first MFA graduate in both poetry and prose. Signed with HSG Agency in New York, she is currently completing her first novel she’s calling, Memphis.

 

 

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