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.


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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