Education Is A Form Of Interaction

TONIGHT I AM A HOMICIDE IN THE NORTH OF THE CITY
Wanda Coleman

on this bus to oblivion i bleed in the seat
numb silent rider
bent to poverty/my blackness covers me like the
american flag over the coffin of some hero killed in action
unlike him i have remained unrecognized, unrewarded
eyes cloaked in the shroud hopelessness
search advancing avenues for a noisy haven
billboards press against my face
reminders of what i can't afford to buy
laughing fantasies speed past in molded street luxury
i get off at a dark corner
and in my too tight slacks
move into the slow graceful mood of shadow

i know my killer is out there

from Wanda Coleman's Mad Dog Black Lady
recommended by Bucky Sinister

Some days
I shall post poems with no real interaction
other than my own education