MS. INDEPENDENT or LEAN, BABY, LEAN…

ms. independent
stomping through the forest
pulling the tail of the lion
thumping the beak of the eagle
came across
a man who glanced
then
gazed a little longer than expected
causing her to trip
in her dance of life.
he bent and caught her.
she said, “thanks”
without looking.
she dared not look into his eyes,
or her
independence would end
and
she
would begin
leaning.
he whispered
“lean, baby, lean…”
MISS INDEPENDENT
(art by reggie mont, poem from the banquet of yolantha, the new Maya Angelou, seasoned with Gwendolyn Brooks, bathed in Langston Hughes, peppered with Angela Davis, sprinkled with Mother Teresa, doused in William Shakespeare, rolled in Edgar Allen Poe, embellished with Anne Sexton, anointed by the blood of the Christ.)


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