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With a Bop (for Curtis O. Neblett Sr.)

Updated: Jun 16, 2022

My granpa returned to the essence

without listening to my seasoned callaloo.

84 years he stirred his

mastery in oral tradition

flying turtles, recluse witches adorned

his magical belief in story time.


this little light of mine

I'm gon let it shine


His myths lit dark corners of myself.

A home built with his corn stalk

fingers. I'd heard sour speech

repeated it until a switch peeled

my hind parts. Unable to escape granma

granpa coined a mantra

don't hurt da ant-nee

don't hurt da ant-nee.


this little light of mine

I'm gon let it shine


I imagine having spiritual power.

Once I'm released from this house of shame

the point of my spoken word

will weave narrative quilts from dreams.

During a visit granpa said I have a story to tell

Yes! Prison can't hurt d ant-nee


this little light of mine

I'm gon let it shine.

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