AFRICAN DRUMS FOR MARTIN LUTHER KING JR DAY;
PLAYED BY THOSE DAMN WHITE HIPPIES
By Jennifer Hubbard
Reminded of charismatic church
Sunday morning arms flail,
bodies twist
though not so supple
as the African midwife.
How is it that white
people want to be black
and teach black
people to be white
but they aren’t,
instead they expect natives
to stay
on their reservations,
to eat
WHITE fry bread
but say you have value
in your peace pipe yet
breed nothing of peace
with one’s soul, nothing
of the Good Samaritan
love and grace of Dr. King
in “I have a dream.”
Mom At Home Poet 