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This evening there is a ruckus on Main St. I lift my head, and see Nancy who just came from The Pride event at the 11th St.

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Cheryl Clarke was born in 1947 in Washington, D.C. She received a BA from Howard University and an MA, MSW, and PhD from Rutgers University. Clarke has read her poetry and spoken at venues throughout ...

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like the necks of light bulbs. Their breasts were horrifying. I read it right straight through. I was too shy to stop. And then I looked at the cover: the yellow margins, the date.

“The Yellow Corn” appears in Poems by Charles G. Eastman (Eastman & Danforth, 1848).

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The flame consume my dwelling place. And when I could no longer look, I blest his grace that gave and took, That laid my goods now in the dust. Yea, so it was, and so ’twas just. It was his own; it ...