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Poem. Robert Gray. The Day I Was Born.

24 Mar

The Day I Was Born


whenever i say i’m from alabama

people seem to want to ask

what it was like to hold that fire hose

if i ever had to answer i’d tell them

i was born the day that happened

they seem to want to ask

what it was like to bomb that church

and kill those little girls

i was born that day as well

i was born the day they marched across

the edmund pettus bridge

the day wallace made his stand

the day martin had his dream

the day he saw the mountaintop

and the day after that

i was born innocent

free of all the blood

shed that day

but i was born into blood

i still am washing from my hands





taste of a new poem from the winter 2013 issue: Robert Gray’s “Humidity”

13 Jan

…  to me that was just
what air felt like air was supposed
to confront you when you walk
outside it was supposed to engulf
you in smothering draining stifling
warmth like a womb but without
nurture or comfort it was something
invisible unnoticed hanging over you heavy
like a sheet damp from an anxious
restless night …

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