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Auction block.

Open your legs gal ain't gonna tell you no mo - now step right up you fine Virginia men of class - Step right up and look at this here gal's hole - now that's a well for a lot of drinking.

Aunt Sue spread her legs wide as six white men stepped forward to bid on this hole a hole that will soon suck them up into it's darkness - a darkness as wide, as deep as her geography.

Aunt Sue was bought by Master Peterson who had a twitch for large African wenches Master Peterson would visit Aunt Sue each third full moon Wednesday - She now knew how to predict his restlessness Her children by him continued to look negroid as if her body knew its own being and in refused to acknowledge his white seed - these children grew disappearing before their mother's eyes disappeared as a wedding present to Master Peterson's sister down in South Carolina, disappeared when Master Peterson got drunk in Georgia and lost three slave boys to a gambler

disappeared in exchange for a new set of miiles to the horse breeder in Kentucky. third Wednesdays full moons Aunt Sue gathered nettleweed saved strands of third We(inesday hair gathered blood from Nfiz Petersoifs monthly" stitched out psalms using Master Petersory's hair stood bone naked against the elm tree of her father's lynching in midriight sounds her womb gathering teeth from the rain.
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Title Annotation:Section 3: Sayings, Sermons, Tall Tales, and Lies - Contemporary Black Poetry; poem
Author:Green, Jaki Shelton
Publication:African American Review
Date:Mar 22, 1993
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