Harlem Hopscotch by Maya AngelouOne foot down, then hop! It’s hot.Good things for the ones that’s got.Another jump, now to...
Fast breaks. Lay ups. With Mercury’sInsignia on our sneakers,We outmaneuvered to footworkOf bad angels. Nothing but a hotS...
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Poems from class today

  1. 1. Harlem Hopscotch by Maya AngelouOne foot down, then hop! It’s hot.Good things for the ones that’s got.Another jump, now to the left.Everybody for hisself.In the air, now both feet down.Since you black, don’t stick around.Food is gone, the rent is due,Curse and cry and then jump two.All the people out of work,Hold for three, then twist and jerk.Cross the line, they count you out.That’s what hopping’s all about.Both feet flat, the game is done.They think I lost. I think I won.My Grandmother Is Waiting for Me to Come Home by Gwendolyn BrooksMy Grandmother is waiting for me to come home.We live with walnuts and applesin a one-room kitchenette above TheSome Day Liquor Gardens.My Grandmother sits in a red rocking chairwaiting for meto open the door with my key.She is Black and glossy like coal.We eat walnuts and apples,drink root beer in cups that are broken,above TheSome Day Liquor Gardens.I love my Grandmother.She is wonderful to beholdwith the glossy of her coal-colored skin.She is warm wide and long.She laughs and she Lingers.Slam, Dunk, & Hook by Yusef Komunyakaa
  2. 2. Fast breaks. Lay ups. With Mercury’sInsignia on our sneakers,We outmaneuvered to footworkOf bad angels. Nothing but a hotSwish of strings like silkTen feet out. In the roundhouseLabyrinth our bodiesCreated, we could almostLast forever, poised in midairLike storybook sea monsters.A high note hung thereA long second. OffThe rim. We’d corkscrewUp & dunk balls that explodedThe skullcap of hope & goodIntention. Lanky, all hands& feet . . . sprung rhythm.We were metaphysical when girlsCheered on the sidelines.Tangled up in a falling,Muscles were a bright motorDouble-flashing to the metal hoopNailed to our oak.When Sonny Boy’s mama diedHe played nonstop all day, so hardOur backboard splintered.Glistening with sweat,We rolled the ball offOur fingertips. TroubleWas there slapping a blackjackAgainst an open palm.Dribble, drive to the inside,& glide like a sparrow hawk.Lay ups. Fast breaks.We had moves we didn’t knowWe had. Our bodies spunOn swivels of bone & faith,Through a lyric slipknotOf joy, & we knew we wereBeautiful & dangerous.

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