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Below is the last of the four new poems by Jenny Mitchell<\/strong> to mark Black History Month. For some background to the poem, see\u00a0here<\/a>\u00a0and here<\/a>.<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n The Queen Turned Black<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n by Jenny Mitchell<\/em><\/p>\n When granny dies, her skin transforms, Her hair has lost its kink, becomes a stately crown. through her letterbox. Neighbours called police More than once in \u201963, the local press reported She used the settlements to build a large extension. with the other immigrants. Home was called Now ever since she died, the Queen has been next to my granny in a special plot, white Below is the last of the four new poems by Jenny Mitchell to mark Black History Month. For some background to the poem, see\u00a0here\u00a0and here. The Queen…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":575,"featured_media":15733,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1660],"tags":[2843],"class_list":["post-15735","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry-2","tag-black-history-month"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15735","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/575"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=15735"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15735\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/15733"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15735"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15735"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15735"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
not limb by limb but all at once \u2013
dark brown becomes red, white and blue.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m not surprised. She loved Great Britain
even when in \u201956 a turd slipped<\/p>\n
in \u201958 to say her bible class \u2013 loud prayers
to a blond-haired Jesus \u2013 sent them mad.<\/p>\n
that her house became a den of vice \u2013 Black
Madame Must Be Stopped!<\/em><\/p>\n
Most recently, the man next door, caped
in a Union Jack, ordered her to go back home<\/p>\n
the Mother Country where the Queen
once welcomed her, waving from a balcony.<\/p>\n
transformed, her skin turned black,
her hair a tall, soft afro. She lies<\/p>\n
roses planted close. Are they holding
hands, having shared so much?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"