Came across this in a pile of stuff today

While sorting a stack of paper scraps and other junk that have been collecting at the side of my bed today I found this poem. Written on a piece of paper long ago. The paper tells a story of coffee cup rings, splatters, and other scars of frequent reflections on its beauty.

what the mirror said


listen
you a wonder
you a city
of a woman.
you got a geography
of your own.
listen,
somebody need a map
to understand you.
somebody need directions
to move around you.
listen,
woman,
you not a noplace
anonymous
girl;
mister with his hands on you
he got his hands on
some
damn
body!

lucille clifton

posted by Unknown at 3:46 am