NYU Black Renaissance Noire Winter 2014 - Page 115

Blue Libation (For Walter Wright Sr. and Mariah Wright) I lit the candle of poem  in Mississippi & in the silence of a blue morning, libation rolled down my cheeks. Mama Haiku 1 Packed to leave this country called life — my mother was stopped at the border It was the cotton sheets. my great-great grandparents’ 113 BLACK RENAISSANCE NOIRE hands & lives bent over small, tough clouds. I slept in the softness of my hotel room, wrapped in a whisper of my history.