Colored Girls Porem

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The full title of the choreopoem by Ntozoke Shange is For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide When the Rainbow Is Enuf. From the table of contents: dark phrases
graduation nite
now i love somebody more than
no assistance
i'm a poet who
latent rapists'
abortion cycle #1
i used to live in the world
no more love poems #1
no more love poems #2
no more love poems #3
no more love poems #4
somebody almost walked off wid alla my stuff
a nite with beau willie brown
a laying on of hands

1. Latent Rapist-Anika Noni Rose

Rapist doesn’t have to be a stranger to be legitimate. Someone you never saw, but if you’ve been public with him, dance one dance, kissed him goodbye lightly, with a closed mouth, Pressing charges would be as hard as trying to keep your legs closed from 5 fools trying to run a train on you    these men are friends of ours, who smile nice

stay employed and take us out to dinner
lock the door behind you, & we are left wit the scares
being betrayed by men who know us & expect like the stranger we always thought waz comin that we will submit
we must have known women relinquish all personal rights
in the presence of a man who apparently could be considered a rapist especially if he has been considered a friend
& is no less worthy of being beat within an inch of his life being publicly ridiculed havin two fists shoved up his ass than the stranger we always thought it would be who never showed up cuz it turns out the nature of rape has changed

we can now meet them in circles we frequent for companionship we see them at the coffeehouse wit someone else we know
we could even have em over for dinner & get raped in our own houses by invitation a friend

2. Somebody almost walked off with all my stuff ( Loretta Devine) 1. Somebody almost walked off wit alla my stuff 
& didn’t care enuf to send a note home sayin I was late for my solo conversation
 or two sizes to small for my own tacky skirts what can anybody do wit something of no value on
a open market/ did you getta dime for my things/
hey man/ where are you going wid alla my stuff/dis is a women’s trip and I need my stuff
to ohh & ahh abt/ 
honest to god/ somebody almost run off wit alla my stuff/ 
& I didn’t bring anything but the kick & sway of it 
the perfect ass for my man & none of it is theirs 
this is mine/ that’s my name
 now give me my stuff/ i see ya hiding my laugh/ & how I
sit with my legs open sometimes/ to give me crotch
some sunlight/ This is some delicate 
leg & whimsical kiss/ i gotta have to give to my choice
so you can’t have me unless I give me away/ & I waz
doing all that/ till ya run off on a good thing/ who is this you left me wit/ some simple bitch 
widda bad attitude/ i wants my things/
i want my arm wit the hot iron scar/ & my leg wit the
 flea bite/ i want my thangs, I want my calloused feet & quik language back
in my mouth/ i want my own things/ how i loved them 
somebody almost run off wit alla my stuff/ & i waz standing
 there/ looking at myself/ the whole time 
& it wasn’t a spirit took that ran off with my stuff/ waz a man whose 
ego walked round like Rodan’s shadow/ waz a man faster
than my innocence/ It waz a lover/ i made too much 
room for/ almost run off wit alla my stuff & the one running wit it/
don’t know he got it/ & I’m shoutin this is mine/ & he don’t 
know he got it/ my stuff is the anonymous ripped off treasure
 of the year/ Did you know somebody almost got away wit me/
me in a plastic bag under their arm/ me 
 Shequita Lail somebody almost walked off will all of my stuff.

Ever since I realized there was someone called a colored girl or evil women, a bitch or a nag I’ve been trying not to be that. Leave bitterness in somebody else’s cup. Come to somebody to love me without deep and nasty smelling scares from lies or being left screaming in a street of lunatics...
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