Shopping in London winter
is a real drag for the fat black woman
going from store to store
in search of accommodating clothes
and de weather so cold
Look at the frozen thin mannequins
fixing her with grin
and de pretty face salesgals
exchanging slimming glances
thinking she don’t notice
Lord is aggravating
Nothing soft and bright and billowing
to flow like breezy sunlight
when she walking
The fat black woman curses in Swahili/Yoruba
and nation language under her breathing
all this journeying and journeying
The fat black woman could only conclude
that when it come to fashion
the choice is lean
Nothing much beyond size 14
Anyway, reasons for my happy day:
1) Poet specialist likes my stuff and says a) I shouldn't ever give up, as this is my thing b) Is surprised that I haven't really done it before (I did some about 12 years ago, but it was therapy rather than poetry).
2) My photo of of Claire has made The H.E. Bulletin.
3) More of our class stuff will be taken on board by the archaeology bigwig from the BSc course for their bicentennial project.
4) Lecturer is thinking of using my Fal Building poetry as part of their further education blurb.
Get me!!! :-DDD