the GENDER issue / POETRY
the ballad of recy taylor*
by Saida Agostini
Photo: Recy Taylor
Abbeville, Alabama
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act just like you do with your husband or I'll cut your damn throat
-Herbert Lovett
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to be an american is to love
roads that tried to kill
me, dust, the desperate
beat of fannie’s
stout white fists against that green
chevy, a murder
of white men packed inside, their
pale hands a lesson on patriotism and
allegiance. to be an american
is to love god, to love how
we can call out his name
maybe a thousand times in one
endless bloody breaking night, to glory
in the silence of an answer
that never comes.
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I am an american
because i call a thing
a thing: love
is my child, home
is wherever my daddy
goes: frantic searching
for my body
and what those seven
white men did
in all those godless hours was rape me
laugh train steel at my heart
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my god, if I waited
for you, maybe I’d be dead
in that lonesome forest, my bare
breasts holding a grove
of pecan trees, the taste
of my blood lingering
in its fruit, a shamed
footnote in another black man’s
sorrow. you let me keep
my tongue, I’ll use it to set
this road afire
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*​Recy Taylor was a Black woman kidnapped and gang raped by seven white men on September 3, 1944. She pressed charges, aided by Rosa Parks, and eventually brought her assailants to trial.
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Saida Agostini is a queer afro-guyanese poet and activist. Her work is featured in Origins, the Black Ladies Brunch Collective's anthology, Not Without Our Laughter, the Baltimore Sun, pluck!, The Little Patuxent Review, and other publications. She has received support for her poetry from Cave Canem, the Blue Mountain Center and other institutions.