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Not Everything Is A Eulogy


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This entire book could be the poem IN RESPONSE TO THE POET WHO SAID ANGER DOESN’T MAKE A GOOD POEM. If you ever thought so, you’ll leave this book a sadder and a wiser reader, because Crystal Valentine is not interested in your delicate concerns. These poems are direct, powerful, beautiful and intricately crafted, and yes they are angry and yes they are good. They are really good.
— Matthew Rohrer, author of Surrounded by Friends
Crystal Valentine excavates the pain and joy and dreams of the black woman body in America. Whether creating an erasure poem with the transcriptions of the non-indited or paying homage by listing the names of the slain like prayer - these poems encourage muscle memory & faith. These poems are filled with history, blackness & the fight to be heard. Valentine clenches these righteous poems, like fists, and offers is the world.
— -Mahogany L. Browne, author of Redbone
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Black Girl Bathed in the Blood of the Free


 

black girl bathed in the blood of the free (poem)

 

Black Girl Bathed in the Blood of the Free


 

black girl bathed in the blood of the free (poem)

 

He says he can tell I’m from the Bronx
and I smile
because I am a foreigner in this country

and that’s what you do
when you are in a place
you don’t belong.

I didn’t know I was American
until I came to Paris.
Here, they don’t care that I’m black

but their eyes still linger on me a bit longer.
He says Mike Tyson is from the Bronx
I smile.

He says he’s Russian.
And I want to cock my neck
say, “My country beat your country in a war

and stole your name.
Now you can’t even remember the taste of
your motherland’s breast milk.

That’s a childish thing to do,
I know.
It’s a dangerous thing to say to a man

who can spit in my face and call me a bitch.
Or maybe,
that’s just a foreigner thing.

I’m so American,
I will walk into another person’s home
and act like I built it.