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Now More Than Ever:
Submitted Poems

Poems by Dee Allen

5/10/2020

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A brief statement by Mr. Allen follows each poem

OUR DAILY CURSE
Give us this day
Our daily curse

Which impacted our kin,
       Seventeen of us youth,
             Our elders, including our two dear
                   Eldest females under one roof--

Give us this day
Our daily curse

Which presented us w/
       Almost emptied shelves,
              Cupboard & refrigerator nearly clear,
                     Our meals reduced to mustard sandwiches--

Give us this day
Our daily curse

Which forced us to contend for space
        With colonies of roaches &  the occasional rat,
               Two or three in a bed against evening cold,
                      Waiting for warmth, conditions like that--

Give us this day
Our daily curse

Which robbed us of necessary
          Charmin© rolls on the toilet, had us reaching
                For newspaper for wiping, deprivation
                      Was the norm in my 7-yr.old life--

Give us this day
Our daily curse

Conclusive proof
         That the god we prayed to nightly
               Was so sadistic, they abandoned
                         Black folks to suffer slowly from

Our daily curse.​


My early childhood remembrances of dealing with hunger & poverty at the same time. At my old house (and it was a big one), as quick as my aunts, uncle, grandmother and great-grandmother would bring food, beverages and sundry items home, they'd be gone within days. We'd run out of food, toilet paper, you name it.  This feast-and-famine cycle happened a lot, especially with kids to feed and raise.

FEED

This ain’t no charity.
This is a protest.

Supermarkets, hotels,
Eateries, coffeeshops,
Make waste out of fresh & prepared
Food, tonnes, at day’s end.

This ain’t no church function.
This is a protest.

Bullets, assault rifles, tanks,
Aeroplanes, destroyer ships, bombs
Make far-away lands killing fields.
National budget spent mostly on this, forget homes.

This ain’t no city programme.
This is a protest.

Hunger tends to exist
In the First World, too.
So food is recovered
From rotting as waste.

This ain’t no welfare line.
This is a protest.

Ongoing against military build-up,
Gearing up for war, nights and days
Dining from empty plates, drinking from empty cups,
Sleeping on empty bellies, dreaming of a decent meal.

Revolution sometimes begins from
The bottom of a bowl.

Public space gets reclaimed.
That space becomes inclusive.
Fresh, prepared, free
Vegetarian food is shared with neighbours.

Afterwards, workers & poor alike leave
The corner with fuller bellies.
Hunger is much worse on the streets.
So some do what class society fails to do:

Feed the people.
Food to every fork.

This ain’t no charity.
This is a protest.


My salute to the work of international hunger relief collective Food Not Bombs. I used to work with the San Francisco and East Bay chapters. They were the one social justice group I knew of that connected hunger with poverty, food-wasting and the federal government's national defense budget. They were saying, through their actions, "Feed the people, not the war machine.

BARREN
​Barren
Streets—Oakland’s 74 miles closed
To cars—Mayor Schaaf prioritises
Two-wheeled exercise and safety
For gentrifiers.
Barren
Subway stations—Social
Distancing maintained
To the extreme. Underground
Solid concrete ghost town.
Barren
Hotel rooms—They’d make better
Shelter in place for the homeless than being
Warehoused in close quarters on mats. Existing method:
Good way to get infected.
Barren
Shelves—Inside the supermarket--
The spirit of hoarding
Cleared them of supplies.
Long line of humanity outside are in for a nasty surprise.
Barren
Heart—There’s
Nothing left dwelling within the husk for some.
Nothing left but hostility—Blame for sickness
Lands on descendants of Asia.
Barren
Describes this reality, re-configured
By rapid infection—Humanity homebound--
There’s no reverting back
To normal after this.
I survived
Ten presidents, the residual terror of four
Foreign wars, power outages, outbursts of nature,
A petrol shortage, evictions and homelessness.
I will survive this, even as this contaminated air
World quickly goes
Barren.

Personal observations/feelings on how the Coronavirus pandemic changed the Bay Area, Oakland and San Francisco.


WOULD YOU?
Would you…
Bite into a watermelon without seeds?
Munch into an ear of corn without taste?
Suckle the bittersweet juice from a pomegranate the size of
a baby’s skull?
Would you…
Chew on a tomato grown with fish genes?
Eat bread made with wheat that can withstand heavy
clouds of insecticide mist?
Cook a meal with spicy chili peppers that can make their
own pesticide?
A loaded gun is no longer required
To play Russian Roulette with your own body.
The game can now be played much slower
When feasting on the cisgenic harvest.
Keeping hunger away
Original intent
Perhaps an excuse by scientists.
The poor are left to take that gamble.
White rats in a cage took a chance
On a potato they were fed for dinner.
Liver failure
Weakened immunity
Are what they’d gotten in return.
Will these be the effects

That mistakes of science
Corruptions of nature
Have on us?
A loaded gun is no longer required
To play Russian Roulette with your own body.
The game can be played much slower
When feasting on the cisgenic harvest.
I wouldn’t take such a chance.
Would you?
W: 9.6.13
[ For Miguel Robles, Rachel Parent and Tami Canal. ]
[ From the new book Elohi Unitsi: Poems [ 2013 -2018 ],
Conviction 2 Change Publishing, 2020. ]
​

A statement against the genetic modification of food. A few documentaries, including one produced by the University of New Mexico, inspired this poem. 
In this audio recording Dee Allen is reading his poem "BARREN":
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Dee Allen is an African-Italian performance poet based in Oakland, California. He’s been active on the creative writing & Spoken Word scene since the early 1990s. He is author of five books (Boneyard, Unwritten Law, Stormwater and Skeletal Black, all from POOR Press, and his newest, Elohi Unitsi*) and 24 anthology appearances including Your Golden Sun Still Shines, Rise, Extreme, The Land Lives Forever and Civil Liberties United, edited by Shizué Seigel. *TSALAGI (Cherokee): “Mother Earth.” Pronounced: Ell-oh-ee Oo-nee-chee

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