OK, this is my obligatory Emmit Till Poem.

A dated a white girl in the 90's.

she used to paint her toenails purple.

Which wasn't enough for me not to love her.

I needed reasons.

So I thought of Emmit Till saying

"hey baby" to a white woman in Mississippi in 55.

I'm disappointed by WW2. 

Knowing that a single squadron of B2 Stealth Bombers

would have ended the war in the Japanese Islands in

less than two weeks without a single loss of

any American lives.

Some civilians on Saipan had joined in the fighting

against the Marines with bamboo knives and makeshift spears.

"We would have just bombed them to smithereens", my Dad said

while

watching "Sanford & Son" reruns and hobbling to the bathroom.

But I had to remind him that time doesn't get ahead of technology

no more than human relations can outpace race relations. We

broke up but for a long time I sent her a box of Russell Stover Chocolates

for her birthday. She loved the caramel-truffle-toffee and Pecan delights

the most.

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[jacob erin-cilberto]

This is amazing.
So much said about how was in the old days and how things were suppose to be changing for the better, but they have not....there is as much if not more prejudice as always.
And the wars keep happening and no one cuts them off at the roots.
wars and hate....but we do have Chocolates.

YOur poetry is always so powerful...I wish I could write like this....

[h d e rushin]

thank you dear brother.