I MUST BECOME A MENACE TO MY ENEMIES
By: June Jordan
I will no longer lightly walk behind
one of you who fear me:
Be afraid.
I plan to give you reasons for your jumpy fits and facial tics
I will not walk politely on the pavements anymore and this is dedicated to particular
to those who hear my footsteps
or the insubstantial rattling of my grocery
cart
then turn around
see me
and hurry on
away from this impressive terror, I must be:
I plan to blossom bloody on an afternoon