30 May 2018:
"The Last Quatrain Of The Ballad Of Emmett Till"
(after the murder,
after the burial)
Emmett's mother is a pretty-faced thing;
the tint of pulled taffy.
She sits in a red room,
drinking black coffee.
he kisses her killed boy.
And she is sorry.
Chaos in windy grays
through a red prairie.
We talked about this Gwendolyn Brooks poem in my class today. I am still thinking about it hours later, as I always do when I read it. I worry that we will forget about Emmett and Mamie Till and we need to remember them.
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