Untitled: A Work in Progress
I am black and pan(sexual) and I don’t believe in the Bible
Can you be Black and do this this?
Be Black and be this?
Things not associated with Blackness
Though it’s my Blackness
Don’t cancel out my Blackness
Because to you my Black isn’t “Black enough”
Freedom has a White cover
But Black fought for it
And when the Stonewall came
Black queens hands caught and put the debris in their mouths
And when Negro women used her Blackness to lead your
Grandfathers father, father through the Blackness
There she was in all her Blackness surrounded by the light of Freedom.
My Blackness is not invalidated by your Blackness
Black and Gay as Hell
Black and a believer of the Good Heart, Good Soul
Blackness has no restraints
But the silver slip of what Black should be
Makes us think so.
Blackness crumbled beneath the Constitution and yeoman farmers
Jefferson sold us out to make them money
Blackness prospered when Malcolm
Took it to the streets
Martin laid with Coretta in the sheets
And shot ya’ll with that
“I had a dream”
Blackness prospored when Turner moved through the night
And took his masters head
And when Harriet pushed the railroad
Dug underground, smelled the freedom of the North
And still !
Blackness crumbled when
Was hunted like prey, in the moonlight
In the gaze of salvation
And hung on the North pole to freeze
In the eyes of the Hungry.
And still !
We proposed when
Ferguson burned you down
And the parasites in your veins
“You’re defacing private property!”
But...you’re killing us.
We proposed when Colin took that knee
And when Bree ripped through your “patriotism” with her teeth
And when Tekeyah put the rope around your necks (guess who helped pull the rope)
And when Beyonce got in Formation
In front of rejects who rejected Blackness.
We aren’t our ancestors
But damn sure don’t forget where we got it
See my Blackness is just the same as yours
Worn, beaten, bruised
Battered, torn, and used
Seen the same struggle
Crawled in the gutters
And card declined
Laid on my back
Whiplash can’t catch me
We to fast for that.
Now you see
We probably from the same plantation
Wade in the water
But now were troubling the waters
Wade in the water children
Skinheads want our fathers
Wade in the water
Tear down our daughters
God’s gonna trouble the water
We crumbled before the “martyrs”
But crumbled does not mean broken
Now malleable, molded
New and unfamiliar
We taste a little different
Look a little different
Sound a little different
Eclectic , Oh Mighty...
Savon Williams is a poet, singer/song-writer, and essayist. She is a current junior at the Academy For Young Writers where she enjoys engaging in extracurricular activities and exploring new fields of work. She is currently focusing on studying Psychoanalytic Theory in literary works such Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein and John Milton’s Paradise Lost.
Click here for a note on Savon from her teacher, Alex Cuff.