August Poem 37: Melissa Click

Over cooked. Words and fire in the pan.

Preaching truth to power. Not brown enough.

The schoolyard fragrant with words and wind as

You were hoping it was. The doe eyed gal.

The joints. A grave. Oil and flour all

Medium heat had worked. Not brown enough.

Just toss in the vegetables. The oil

To the fire. The doe eyed gal with her

Muscle. Fragrant. Flagrantly so. Don’t

Walk away. Peaceful in our safe space.

But threatening to burn. Not brown enough.

At a point where Asian reporters have

Contracted white privilege. If you’re not black,

You must know that you are not brown enough.

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