40 years ago
New Orleans/French Quarter Black Mammies
Candy-shop mammies of Royal Street
grinning and obese
command the entrances
to praline-sweet chip-gip joints
Watermelon lips
and cotton boll eyes
entice the gaze
Severe black sheen
of hands and face
conjure dreams
of ante-bellum day
(for white girls on the prowl)
"Mammies are a joke,"
the neo-massas say
and slurp gumbo
in the renovated Slave Exchange.
They are a joke,
but even candy-sweet
(lawd, miss ann you sho
nuff pretty) mammies
know their human rites.
Yesterday, my parraine,
he tell me
one candy-shop mammy
she ungrin herself, yeah,
and slashed a lily-white throat --
cajun-style
It is a mystery
of pure delight
(and drums were heard in Congo Square)
The Times-Picayune
wrote this morning:
New Orleans
Shocked.
Mammies Got Hot Stuff In Them.
Jerry W. Ward, Jr. 1977
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