Here is part of the problem right up front: we have to endure a MacDonald’s commercial before Jesse Williams’ speech. Surely there is a better way to honor our people than by encouraging belief that such a corporation cares about what they eat, unless it makes money for the corporation. In any case, it interrupted a poem I wanted to write about fear of blackness in white culture.
Here it is
the beauty that scares you
-so you believe-
For he is certainly gorgeous
and he is certainly where whiteness
to your disbelief
has not wandered off
No. It is there, tawny skin, gray eyes,
a Malcolm-esque jaw. His loyal parents
may Goddess bless them
sitting proud and happy and no doubt
at what they have done.
For he is black too. And obviously
with a soul
made of everything.
Try to think bigger than you ever have
or had courage enough to do:
that blackness is not where whiteness
wanders off to die: but that it is
like the dark matter
between stars and galaxies in
holds it all
Three deep bows to a beautiful son.
See the broadway adaptation of ‘The Color Purple’
based on the book written by Alica Walker (http://colorpurple.com/the-show/)