On The Words Of Karen Hill, As Tended By Her Brother

I went to hear a woman speak
And she did

She spoke in stripes on the Parkdale wall
That tossed my brain, that teased a fall
I closed one eye, a half-woke doll
With one open to her

I went to hear a woman speak
And she did

Plotting out a Clarke escape
A coat as super hero cape
With form one shreds
Piled on our heads
Like ashes for the wake

I went to hear a woman speak
And she did

In the way he held the mike too tight
A grip which said that for tonight
He’d speak to us a woman’s word
To make sure she was heard

by Heather Emme

Thanks to Lawrence Hill for sharing her words and his memories with us. You can find her book hereTo read all the #verseday poems, click here. To read my twitter poems, click here.

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