“

These poems
they are things that I do
in the dark
reaching for you
whoever you are
and
are you ready?

These words
they are stones in the water
running away

These skeletal lines
they are desperate arms for my longing and love.

I am a stranger
learning to worship the strangers
around me

whoever you are
whoever I may become.

”

—

June Jordan

No, I’m Not Your Kind, Dear: These Poems

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1:31 pm  •  14 January 2012  •  13 notes