33. "liteskinned girls" In response to In response to 0 Tue Mar-22-05 12:16 PM by Trace
i just found this in my blog dated 4/13/04 id forgotten all abt it & havent reread it yet cause i prolly wont post it if i do
its real long
liteskinned girls
-prologue- i stood back and watched them babies dance lil liteskinned girls, all of them with almost-curly-but-not-quite kinks did up in ball-balls and barrets and smiles lord how them babies gave us smiles brighter than they skin cause they were showin us what they had learned of their mothers and of Africa bells on they ankles that used to be shackles mouths full of ancient gospel they barely understood
them babies danced landin light on liteskinned feet and parting the air with tan hands they mamas and daddies, some lighter some darker, they all smiled cause they babies weren't out in the street learnin god knows what from god knows who they wasn't our walkin the path that landed so many other blklives where whitefolk expect us to be
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we never forget to worry bout what blkfolk expect us to be.
we must have sumthin in us we got brighter and browner than new pennies and soft peanut butter cream for skin and seas and oceans of waves rooted in our scalps and names that aint spelled like Saffronia but sound the same we ain't all blk, but we still got that ass, tho we still got that nose and them hips and that slip in our backbones ttat make us okay to be wanted and lusted and lovingly fetishized eroticized beyond recognition/we just a big blur of foreign Afrikanness a silent burning haze of always almost-but-not-quite blakness we aint all blk & we think we 'all that' sumthin must be in us and we must be extra proud of it the weight of big curly ponytails or long tractless tresses aint what forces us to strain to hold our heads high we must think we're better fuck that, we know we better & we got a right to overlook you bequeathed to us by the motherfuckers who so graciously fucked our mothers against their wills so that we can continue the division that makes us easier to conquer.
liteskinned girls got vocal cords sometimes shaved lighter than their flesh
when we try to speak about our frustration our voices suddenly take the cadences of rich ppl complainin bout designer shoes not comin in the right color when we shout about justice and injustice and reparations and control of blk bodies we must be compensating for something someone told us was missing when we were young and dancing for Africa with bells around our ankles (today they mask the shackles) and ancient gospel in our mouths that ppl assume we can't understand cause the curls and waves clog our ears and cloud our eyes (is this why we lock our hair? to see clearer?)
whether locked or permed or pressed or curled, tomorrow seems destined to be filled full of nothing but hair that dont have to be permed and nails that dont need acryllic tips we will get picked first to take food from our babies mouths to buy thousand dollar outfits and shake our asses in somebody's video and directly after we'll rejoin the welfare lines we'll go to the section 8 offices to city hall to bail out our sons and husbands or to the city morgue to identify our sons and husbands we'll look for African dance classes to put our lil liteskinned babies in in hopes of givin them a shelter of commonality to shield them in this unsleeping storm of 'other'ness to keep them outta the street, learnin god knows what from god knows who we won't want them on that path that has put our babies right where whitefolk expect them to be
but our own roads are strewn with hazardous self-hatred and too many poisoned-tipped forks that force us to choose between ourselves and ourselves.
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there is somethin in us. it is that same somethin that was put into our grandmothers and yours something they didn't want and didn't ask for and now we're all strugglin with the afterbirth tryin to lick it from our necks and napes not realizing that we'll be free of the past much quicker if we forget it long enough to wash and watch each other's backs.