Every day in his Sunday best
I saw this foolish-ass nigger
Nothing more or nothing less.
So I figured
He must be Tom
Our hated uncle
Dressing like Sam
Their beloved uncle.
Still a nigger
All neat and nice.
Look at his shoulder
Cold as ice.
Still a nigger
But hates his kind.
Look at this nigger
Who lost his mind.
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
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