April
Is National Poetry Month!
Today
I shine the spotlight on Sister Eunice Saunders. This poem has
appeared in numerous Afro Revolutionary periodicals. A dope love
poem, honoring the Black Man!
SON
OF A GUN
EUNICE SAUNDERS
I knew a man,
Son of a gun!
Skin smoothed blackness
Held delight baby
spelled me stilled
In the suede of
Black-like-me-ness
That man was tall
He was short
Bony, he was fat
Intellectual, gusty-lusty
Bold, shy, that guy
And when we walked
It was his shoulders
When he walked
Eyes when he talked
With a voice that
Touched below my awareness
Go to my sensual yes-ness
Grabbed my body
From sighs and cries
To his honey
Right there
Where he held me
Until I turned
And knew him
For what we was
A black man
Honey
I knew once
Son of a gun!
EUNICE SAUNDERS
I knew a man,
Son of a gun!
Skin smoothed blackness
Held delight baby
spelled me stilled
In the suede of
Black-like-me-ness
That man was tall
He was short
Bony, he was fat
Intellectual, gusty-lusty
Bold, shy, that guy
And when we walked
It was his shoulders
When he walked
Eyes when he talked
With a voice that
Touched below my awareness
Go to my sensual yes-ness
Grabbed my body
From sighs and cries
To his honey
Right there
Where he held me
Until I turned
And knew him
For what we was
A black man
Honey
I knew once
Son of a gun!
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