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blues in the night in the half hour negro dreams i hear voices knocking at the door i see walls dripping screams up and down the halls. won't someone open the door for me? won't some one schedule my sleep and don't ask no questions? noise. like when he took me to his home away from home place and i died the long sought after death he'd planned for me. (yeah. bessie he put in the bacon and it overflowed the pot) and two days later when i was talking i started to grin. as everyone knows i'm still grinning.
Copyright © Sonia Sanchez, from Black Fire: An Anthology of Afro-American Writing. Edited by LeRoi Jones and Larry Neal. New York: William Morrow & Company, Inc. 1968.