Wednesday, May 11, 2011

THIS BRIDGE CALLED MY BACK

Excerpt from “The Bridge Poem” by Donna Kate Rushin

I’ve had enough
I’m sick of seeing and touching
Both sides of things
Sick of being the damn bridge for everybody

Nobody
Can talk to anybody
Without me
Right?

I explain my mother to my father my father to my little sister
My little sister to my brother my brother to the white feminists
The white feminists to the Black church folks the Black church folks
To the ex-hippies the ex-hippies to the Black separatists the
Black separatists to the artists the artists to my friends’ parents.

Then
I’ve got to explain myself
To everybody

I do more translating
Than the Gawdamn U.N.



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