On Being a HurricanePosted: October 18, 2012
ON BEING A HURRICANE
When I was young
For a brief period of time
I wanted to be a girl
Because when I was young
I wanted to be a hurricane and only girls got to be hurricanes.
Flailing and wailing and making a big fuss.
They were like big black women
Flying over from Africa on maritime broom sticks
Getting revenge on the South for slavery
And most of all
Which bombed the South in 1965
To me she was Hurricane Betty Davis
Screaming and beating the confederacy for opposing the
Voting Rights Act, for voting for Goldwater
Hurricanes were nice and round
like a big bad women’s sumptuous behind.
Shaking her stuff in a mini skirt and doing the twist
Hurricanes cried the rain of four hundred years
Whipped the wind like a thousand masters’ lashes
Had all the strength of a woman in childbirth and a man on Iwo Jima
I wanted to be a Hurricane
Copyright, David Gottfried, 1996