I stumbled across Ntozake Shange after a google search of young black writers. The most recent article was from 2010. It was an article from The Root . Maybe I should have googled modern black writers. My point is that this is how I found Ntozake Shange. It appears that her poem has been cited in a few movies. This is the first one.
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The thing that bothered me the most
I wish I knew where this was going. I don't but who does? Forcing myself to write because it's what I want to do. Putting words on paper. Saturday afternoons were busy usually. Still working like any other day during the week. Who wants to think about jobs and working though. At least not on a Saturday. The weather was typical. He laughed to himself. His smile was warm and inviting. His teeth were an envious pearl. He reached for his skully hat. The chilly winter air of NYC was a bit much for his bald head. Jay was meeting him for lunch around the corner.
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