Two Poems Issue no. 51 Spring 1971 did I swing in downtown bistros as a black girl, what would my ancestors say, even in Africa I was punished
Four Poems Issue no. 44 Fall 1968 I’m shaking from another manbut remembering beating youon Sunday evening for
Three Poems Issue no. 34 Spring-Summer 1965 I am one of those tainted, corrupted ones who got green bile stuck in her throat, who cant even speak,