My oldest Black friend is George Moses Horton,
earning a pittance for his love poetry
from privileged UNC students despite being enslaved.
Then there’s Paul Laurence Dunbar, a fellow Buckeye,
though I can’t read his work in the Negro dialect at an open mic
without sounding like I’m wearing blackface.
I’ve risen with Maya Angelou.
I’ve celebrated with Lucille Clifton.
I’ve sung America with Langston Hughes.
I’ve been real cool with Gwendolyn Brooks.
And I’ve listened to the blueblack cold
splinter with Robert Hayden.
Okay, I admit I don’t have any “real” Black friends,
I have acquaintances, co-workers, even some fellow living poets
but no one I would ask to help me move out of my third floor walk-up.
It’s a problem— it’s my problem
and it’s mine alone to solve.
(For Juneteenth and this week’s Living Poetry Prompt.)

🙏🏾💙
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Thank you, Tre! I will admit to being a little nervous about posting this one.
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I can understand the nervousness. But I love the vulnerability and authenticity.
You’re most welcome.
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All my best to you and Jernee in your coming move. If you need any help, I’m not far away.
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Aww, thank you! I’m definitely getting movers. August will be here before you know it. I’m counting down the days.
Our first meeting will NOT be of you helping me move. Lol. No, sir. Peace and blessings, Bart.
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Admitting a problem is the first step to its resolution. Good, Bart!
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Thanks, Susi! I’ve got some work to do.
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((hugs))
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From the risky attention grabbing title, all the links, and vulnerability of the ending, this is really good work. You are certainly not the only one with this problem.
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Thanks, JM! I was hoping that title would grab attention and that the rest would undo the assumptions the title planted.
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💙💙💙💙💙
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Grazie, Luisa!
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Il piacere è mio🌸
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It can be a lot to do with where you grew up – and your social background.
I grew up as a working class person in a big city – Bradford, Yorkshire – that made it easy. My group of friends were a mixed bunch of people – Irish (me) , Scots, Ukrainian, Indian, Malaysian, English.
Not so easy for someone from a different background to that.
How many folks from other cultures are in the same situation – only vice-versa?
I’m not sure if it’s a ‘problem’ – or just how things are.
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I think it’s both a problem and just how things are. We naturally distrust the “other” but we need to overcome that instinct before it’s our undoing.
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I’ve rambled about seeing people as ‘other’ – many times….
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PS
I was thinking more along the lines of – can it be seen as a problem in you – as you are aware and don’t let it take you with it? Something like that.
It’s definitely a problem in the world…
Relativity for Beginners
If East is East
And West is West
Then where, my dear, is here?
It’s North of South
And South of North
And far from nowhere near.
If Then was Now
Then tell me how
Tomorrow never comes?
And some time soon
Today has gone
And the future’s not begun.
If I to You
Am you, not me
Then tell me who are we?
To them, they’re us
And we are they
To us, we’re me and thee.
So Where and When
And who you are
Depends on where you stand
So take another
Point- of-view
And join me hand-in-hand.
McB
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Being aware I have a problem helps me compensate for it and being comfortable with ambiguities and uncertainties doesn’t hurt either.
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