Wanda Why Aren’t You Dead by Wanda Coleman
Wanda Why Aren’t You Dead
Wanda Colemanwanda when are you gonna wear your hair down
wanda. that’s a whore’s name
wanda why ain’t you rich
wanda you know no man in his right mind want a
ready-made family
why don’t you lose weight
wanda why are you so angry
how come your feet are so goddamn big
can’t you afford to move out of this hell hole
if i were you were you were you
wanda what is it like being black
i hear you don’t like black men
tell me you’re ac/dc. tell me you’re a nympho. tell me you’re
into chains
wanda i don’t think you really mean that
you’re joking. girl, you crazy
wanda what makes you so angry
wanda i think you need this
wanda you have no humor in you you too serious
wanda i didn’t know i was hurting you
that was an accident
wanda i know what you’re thinking
wanda i don’t think they’ll take that off of youwanda why are you so angry
i’m sorry i didn’t remember that that that
that that that was so important to youwanda you’re ALWAYS on the attack
wanda wanda wanda i wonder
why ain’t you dead
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This poem appeared in Heavy Daughter Blues by Wanda Coleman, published by Black Sparrow Press, U.S., 1987. (Available on: Amazon • Bookshop)
DESCRIPTION
“Deals with city life, marriage, work, parents, baby sitters, racism, poverty, death, thieves, language, chance, lesbianism, childhood, and the past” (Source)
ABOUT WANDA COLEMAN
Born on November 13, 1946, Wanda Coleman grew up in the Watts neighborhood of Los Angeles. During her lifetime she worked as a medical secretary, magazine editor, journalist, and Emmy Award-winning scriptwriter before turning to poetry. Coleman’s poetry collections include Mercurochrome: New Poems (Black Sparrow Press, 2001), which was a finalist for the National Book Award in Poetry; Bathwater Wine (Black Sparrow Press, 1998), which received the 1999 Lenore Marshall Poetry… (more)
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