Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk West Desk Window 10:22am

What was I pounding for

steadily on that giant door

of The Therapeutic Quiet Room

locked in & beating My Heart Out

on a steel drum?

It was for The Primitive Woman

I was That Strongest Black Woman

wailing with My Fist

until My Watch Strap popped

& They came to The Smash Resistant Window

& thought I had stopped