Black Moon

The moon was shining
On my aboriginal friend
I laughed my head off
And said
Smile you black bastard
Let me see your teeth
Against the moon

He broke down with laughter
Then reflected
You white men need me to smile
You need to see my teeth
Against the moon

For you cannot contrast
On a moonlit night
Anything in white skin

Without a Black Moon

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“Black Moon”
Written and Published by Paul Buttigieg

Published: 
May 17th, 2011
Category: 
Aboriginal Poems
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