The Dirt She Ate: Selected and New Poems | 
“Instead I have told my story over and over
at parties, on the edge of meetings, my life
clenched in my fist, my eyes brittle as glass.
Ashamed, people turned their faces away
from the woman ranting, asking: Justice,
stretch out your hand. Come down, glittering,
from where you have hidden yourself away.“
Sad to learn of the passing of Minnie Bruce Pratt. May her poems continue to be read and cherished. RIP.
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