I am afraid of the water.
yet others play
Whether I jumped
or was pushed,
I don’t know.
But I do know
I don’t drown,
I may learn to swim.
Like the babies born without arms,
can I teach them,
pretending they are whole?
Not Civil Rights,
the Kush Empire
or the three branches of government,
“Don’t hit when she hits you.”
“Sit quietly when you are cursed
–when he talks about your mamma.”
As he throws a tantrum over
not getting called on to read about
brown v. board.
“I hate you.”
“You look like a black monkey.”
Imagining they are whole
even as I watch them
For further reading: What ‘White Folks that Teach in the Hood’ Get Wrong about Education
Frustrated by my freedom
and their feigned rights.
legs weary with marching to an anthem of peace
while rumors of war abound.
Where is Thurgood
and Martin now that
the rhythm of feet fades
to a phantom whisper?
The star rising in the north still illuminates
a page cut from a coloring book,
each line pressed hard with color,
each space filled with the same.
Never a minority,
minorities live in a colorless world
with a colorful culture.
Streets plowed on the northside
never see that sister south
Like a graveyard without a voice.
–Leslie Verner, February 12, 2002 (written while teaching in North Lawndale, Chicago)
New to the Series? Start HERE (though you can jump in at any point!).
During the month of March, 2017, I will be sharing a series called 31 Days of #Woke. I’ll be doing some personal excavating of views of race I’ve developed through being in schools that were under court order to be integrated, teaching in an all black school as well as in diverse classrooms in Chicago and my experiences of whiteness living in Uganda and China. I’ll also have some people of color share their views and experiences of race in the United States (I still have some open spots, so contact me if you are a person of color who wants to share). So check back and join in the conversation. You are welcome in this space.
Image: Senor Codo