Dr. Sims Will Buy 9 More

That morning he woke up and coupled
With his wife unceremoniously threw a leg
Over the bed after, sat up and told her
What they needed was more negroes
Like sayin you need to pick up milk from the store
Like sayin you outta eggs and corn meal
It was a simple thing you know…

The statement and the weightlessness
Of it like a shrug or a wink

More women like the other three
Ruined somehow from the inside

His house would be a city of resurrection maybe
Or medical marvel…

Every time you see a black girl bleeding
Think: Progress.

From Anarcha Speaks: A History in Poems. Copyright © 2018 by Dominique Christina. Reprinted with permission from Beacon Press, Boston, Massachusetts.