Issue Twenty-Six - Summer 2015

(From the Autobiography of Malcolm X)

By Lindsay MacDonald

An erasure poem, constructed from the pages of The Autobiography of Malcolm X.

In their eyesight we were just things:
a Welfare check,
 white rabbits in a trap,
a big pot of dandelion greens,
some small-minded children would tease us,
we ate "fried grass".
If we were lucky we would have cornbread at night.
    we were always in the sack, 
deterioration of pride: more bread than meat.

They acted as if they owned us, but we
  would lie quiet until bullfrogs appeared.

Copyright MacDonald 2015