!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>A Tempest in a Teacup by A. Van Jordan/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>A Tempest in a Teacup/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 itemprop=”author” class=”author”>by A. Van Jordan/h2> div itemprop=”genre” id=”content”> div class=”taxonomy-images”>a href=”/a-van-jordan/poems.html” class=”taxonomy-image-links”>img itemprop=”image” src=”https://www.best-poems.net/files/imagecache/poet/category_pictures/A.%20Van%20Jordan.jpg” alt=”A. Van Jordan” title=”A. Van Jordan” width=”180″ height=”200″ class=”taxonomy-image-term-11067 taxonomy-image-vid-22″/>/a>/div>p>em>Prospero/em>/p> p>Assume, just for a moment,br /> I am denied a jobbr /> in the factory of my dreamsbr /> under the fluorescent lightsbr /> of a porcelain white foreman./p> p>It’s orderly and neat.br /> I feed my family.br /> No one questions my face.br /> I raised my son in my likeness,br /> so he would never go unseen,/p> p>bobbing on a wave of expectation,br /> I set in motion with my backbr /> put into my work, prayingbr /> for my country, blessedbr /> with more of me, never worrying/p> p>about those who might die,br /> or those who did, tryingbr /> to stir a storm, tryingbr /> to stand where I’m standing./p>/div> p>br /> br> /body> /html>
