turning remembrances to elegy
for nikki giovannithe black aesthetic’s freshest female voice,
a “wealthy” nikki-rosa took her place
among the shooting stars, then voiced her choice
for love; an active witness for her race.
her angry bullet poems were put to bed;
her bardic voice emerged to taunt & tease
in monologues or stanzas often read
with pauses for unspoken thoughts -- to please
by slipping off her lyric gown to bare
her naked verse, vulva soft or nipple hard;
a poet all alone & fool to care.
today she pulls her lonely close. regard
the way she lonely writes her sober truth,
so wisdom distant from her ruddy youth.
©Joseph McNair; 2009