Poem For Flora

when she was little

and colored and ugly with short

straightened hair

and a very pretty smile

she went to sunday school to hear

’bout nebuchadnezzar the king

of the jews

and she would listen

shadrach, meshach and abednego in the fire

and she would learn

how god was neither north

nor south east or west

with no color but all

she remembered was that

Sheba was Black and comely

and she would think

i want to be

like that