Thursday, January 19, 2017

When I Die by Nikki Giovanni

When I Die
by Nikki Giovanni

when i die i hope no one who ever hurt me cries
and if they cry i hope their eyes fall out
and a million maggots that had made up their brains
crawl from the empty holes and devour the flesh
that covered the evil that passed itself off as a person
that i probably tried
to love

when i die i hope every worker in the national security
the interpol the fbicia foundation for the development
of black women gets
an extra bonus and maybe takes one day off
and maybe even asks why they didn't work as hard for us
as they did
but it always seems to be that way

please don't let them read "nikki-rosa" maybe just let
some black woman who called herself my friend go around
and collect
each and every book and let some black man who said it
negative of me to want him to be a man collect every
and poster and let them burn--throw acid on them--shit
on them as
they did me while i tried
to live

and as soon as i die i hope everyone who loved me learns
the meaning
of my death which is a simple lesson
don't do what you do very well very well and enjoy it it
scares white folk
and makes black ones truly mad

but i do hope someone tells my son
his mother liked little old ladies with
their blue dresses and hats and gloves hat sitting
by the window
to watch the dawn come up is valid that smiling at an old
and petting a dog don't detract from manhood
somebody please
tell him i knew all along that what would be
is what will be but i wanted to be a new person
and my rebirth was stifled not by the master
but the slave

and if ever i touched a life i hope that life knows
that i know that touching was and still is and will always
be the true

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