Her church in the wind
Old people? No
Christians? No
First Negroes to be invisible to Truth, 1944, Minnesota? No
Nothing of that will be anywhere
It will be burned clean
It might sink and steam up the sea. America might
And no Americans, very few Negroes, will get out
No crackers at all
But the black man will survive America
His survival will mean the death of America
Survive Blackman! Survive Blackman! Survive Blackman!
(Black woman too)
Let us all survive, who need to OK?
And we wish each other luck!
In an anti-racism poem, Baraka wears his sexism on his sleeve (“the little ladies too!”)