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

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Christmas, Kwanzaa, 2018

implacable violence, part one

DuBois and Black Reconstruction