A project constructed for my Poetry class over at Western Connecticut State University. The poem is split into two parts, consisting of the first [JEAN] as a piece dedicated to the memory of my late grandmother and the ideals of racial acceptance within' the past five decades. The first piece focuse...
Jean
Ornamented by French Vanilla Flesh
Jean is impure. impure by don't-understanders
Her Brother and children are not hers..
Liar!
She is light, bright, two-shades from being white
While her siblings are the people darker than blue
You still just a nigga says the West Indian: the colour of my stool
Jean is the trend now. They want to savor their child's
Caramel coated, skin paint their eyes fifty shades of grey, and fornicate
The Enslaved and the whippers
The men of tar plead for the women of white line
Shunning out asphalted sisters men who share my face slumber in self-hatred
Do you know Jean? Do you know the feeling of that perfect complexion?
You have no clue
A tag team whipping, from from bleached hoods and watermelon men
You ARE NOT WHITE! YOU ARE NOT BLACK!
NEITHER WANTS YOU!
Why Lord? why did you place that noose on the fence for her?
Peacefully painted White? Brutally baked brown ?
Jean is neither of those Grandma is neither of those
Jean is beautiful. Jean is progress. But Jean is Misunderstood
Radicule released Jean//You Want Me (Not Really) (POEM) on Mon Mar 31 2014.