BURN, BABY, BURN!!! or I AM STILL WOMAN!!!

THIS LITTLE LIGHT OF MINE
even
though
you
burned me down
to the
most
miss-shaped blob…
i’m
still
candle.
like daughter like mama
(a poem from the cross-bred banquet of yolantha the new Maya Angelou, seasoned with Gwendolyn Brooks, bathed in Langston Hughes, peppered with Angela Davis, sprinkled with Mother Teresa, lathered in William Shakespeare, rolled in Edgar Allen Poe, embellished with Anne Sexton)


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