Friday, August 02, 2013

Sweet Tea

In Memory of Trayvon Martin

It's supposed to be
icy condensation
running down the side
of a glass,
not the sudden, cold sweat
of fear.
Laughing conversation
on a screened in lanai,
not tires moving slowly
through a muggy night.
Sweet tea,
it's meant to be shared,
offered from one friend to another.
Sweet tea is heritage,
passed from a mother's hand,
a living pulse felt
as the glass is passed,
not blood
spilled on a sidewalk.
Sweet tea is everywhere.
We turn to it
to cool us
when the heat runs high,
and the atmosphere
weighs us down.
But now,
it is bitter
on my tongue.

5 Comments:

Blogger Lisa :-] said...

Ah! So nice to read something of you, my friend! And political, too! ;)

August 03, 2013 6:50 PM  
Blogger Cynthia said...

Thank you, Lisa. It felt good to write it. It feels good to etite sonething worth sharing again.

August 03, 2013 9:02 PM  
Blogger Susan said...

Living in Florida this touches me in a very special way. It needs to be seen far and wide!

August 04, 2013 4:02 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

in memory of trayvon martin???? You have to be shitting me. He was nothing more than a blackassed dope dealing, piece of dog shit and you know it!!! Writing a poem about this fuckstain shows a lot of people that you are one of those "turn the other cheek" shit head sheeple so you can get that one slapped too.

February 02, 2014 12:36 PM  
Anonymous Jock Wiz said...


I have to say I am very impressed and your posts are so informative. Keep it up!

April 09, 2014 11:32 PM  

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