Wanda Coleman -Jan 12, Iynegar II & I

More form Wanda Coleman. I hope we’d all “steal the poison from this muthaland”, if we could.

THIEFHEART

were i the queen of sleight of hand

i'd steal the wind from a thunderstorm

if i could

i'd steal the sweetness out of fresh-baked bread

it smells so good

i’d steal the stink from the core of night

i'd steal the thrill in a thief's delight

know i would steal the wings off the flitting dove

the memory

of a brother's love

i'd steal the t from the end of time

i’d steal the wolf of a nursery rhyme

i’d steal the dither from its troubled spin

i’d steal my mind from the brain its in

i’d steal the rose from the end of bloom

i’d steal my son from his cancer’s doom

i’d steal the corners from my frown

i‘d steal your smile if it wasn’t nailed down

were i the queen of sleight of hand

i’d steal the poison from this muthaland