What Marked Tom? by Tyehimba Jess

Did a slave song at a master’s bidding
mark Tom while asleep in Charity’s womb?

The Mothers by Robin Coste Lewis

Read on Poetry Foundation here.

… Fingers garnished
With fumes of onions and garlic, I slip
Back into my shift, then watch her hands—wordless—
Reattach her stockings to the martyred
Rubber moons wavering at her garter.