2 Poems by June Jordan
For My Brother
Teach me to sing Blackman Blacklove sing when the cops break your head full of song sing when the bullets explode in the back you bend over me Blacklove Blackman sing when you empty the world to fill up the needles that kill needles killing you killing you teach me to sing Blackman Blacklove teach me to sing.
Memo to Daniel Patrick Moynihan
You done what you done I do what I can Don't you liberate me from my female black pathology I been working off my knees I been drinking what I please And when I vine I know I'm fine I mean All right for each and every Friday night But you been screwing me so long I got a idea something's wrong with you I got a simple proposition You takeover my position Clean your own house, babyface.
June Jordan died in the summer of 2002. A collection of her essays (presented in reverse chronological order) has been published posthumously.