(For TW)

For three hours (too short for me)
I sat in your home and enjoyed
Your own special brand of Southern
Hospitality

And we talked

I had come to learn more about you
To hear a human voice without the Top Ten in the background

You offered me cheese and Horowitz and
It was relaxing
You gave me a small coke
And some large talk about being Black
     And an individual

You had tried to fight the fight I’m fighting
And you understood my feelings while you
Picked my brains and kicked my soul

It was a pleasant evening
When He rises and Black is king
I won’t forget you


 = Joan Grant