NaPoWriMo Day 4! With Our Teeth
Hey! Day four of #NaPoWriMo is here! I hope everyone is getting into the swing of sitting down and writing daily. Today's poem was inspired by this prompt by Sam Gordon plus an experience I had the other day. I was in Target browsing the book section, which is always one of my favorite things to do. I was looking at all the different books enjoying how wide the variety was until I got to the "African American" section. All the books were ridiculous, with titles like Pastor Needs a Boo and Project Chick. It got me to thinking about the lack of flexibility within African American books available to the mainstream.
With Our Teeth
Who sets the standards?
Says your dark is why. Your night sky skin is the only reason.
Yesterday I spent time with the shelves and the books they keep,
spines standing up straight and proud of their bodies—
adventure, action, romance, coming of age, I reveled in all those choices.
The black books slouched, heavy with the burden of being token,
of being cliche, a heart of ghettos a calloused mouth,
the black books had black titles like Honor Thy Thug and black
women in lingerie and black men in sagging pants and isn’t that
exactly what being black has become? Playing into a role, digging
rivers into our tongues with our teeth, swimming in stereotypes
to avoid drowning. Isn’t that what they expect, those standard
setters? Those cage architects, they say here, take this and be grateful,
look at all the space we’ve given you, you have your very own shelf in our world.
And we buy it because it is ours, it is all we’ve been given, we invest in it,
take note of what they expect us to be and we do better, be more, set our
own standards, let them think they have won, while we build our own
shelves, fill them with the truths too honest for their world. Say to them,
look at all the space we’ve let you think was yours. Be grateful.