Black Poetry : Reading The Heart

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~Conversation with my Grandmother~


Motherdear placed her hand upon my left breast to feel my heart

said she can read them
said this was too important,
and though she believed I would
never lie to grandmother ~
she wanted to know for herself

Motherdear told me there's a way to tell the difference between the truth and falsehood

said the heart don't lie about nothin
not like the tongue ~ said the mind
controls that tongue but can't nothin
bridle the heart

said it's all in the beats and the rhythm
the pounding of the heart reveals the
truth about a matter

Motherdear said God gave her inner visions as her eyes began to fail

said long life helped her perfect the gift
said she don't even hear the same, either ~
words don't mean as much as the joy or pain
or the warmth or chill in the tone of a voice

Motherdear said even a smiling face don't always mean "happy"

said we are a PEOPLE accustomed to wearing
masks for just about every occasion

So she placed her small, wrinkled hand, soft like fine leather, upon my left breast

and began to read


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