Published on Academy of American Poets (https://poets.org)


Manchild

 for bell hooks

A warning one white friend hisses
To the one standing nearest to me
At an Upper West Side newsstand.
As if my ears
Could not cradle human speech.

This is the birth of a regret:
My surprise of the woman on my right
As I reach to buy a paper.
How her
Where? becomes an Oh.
How they grin,
I am a close call, how they grin,
Pickpocket my ease,
How they
Grin, then push off down the street.
Now I have the rest of Saturday.

Who will touch my hand,
Who will take my quarters,
These clots of syntax
Growing cold in the blush of my palm?

Credit


Copyright © 2008 by Cornelius Eady. From Hardheaded Weather (Putnam, 2008). Reprinted from Split This Rock’s The Quarry: A Social Justice Poetry Database.

Author


Cornelius Eady

Born in 1954, in Rochester, New York, Cornelius Eady is the co-founder of Cave Canem, a nonprofit organization serving black poets

Date Published: 2016-03-23

Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/manchild