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Untitled PoemCruelty. Don’t talk to me about crueltyor what I'am capable of. When I wanted the roaches dead I wanted them deadand I killed them. I took a broom to their country and smashed and sliced without warningwithout stopping and I smiled all the time I was doing it. It was a holocaust of roaches, bodies,parts of bodies, red all over the ground.I didn’t ask their names.They had no names worth knowing. Now I watch myself whenever I enter a room.I never know what I might do. Lucille Clifton
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Untitled Poem
Cruelty. Don’t talk to me about cruelty
or what I'am capable of.
When I wanted the roaches dead I wanted them dead
and I killed them. I took a broom to their country
and smashed and sliced without warning
without stopping and I smiled all the time I was doing it.
It was a holocaust of roaches, bodies,
parts of bodies, red all over the ground.
I didn’t ask their names.
They had no names worth knowing.
Now I watch myself whenever I enter a room.
I never know what I might do.
Lucille Clifton
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