Snow Day Tribute to an Emergent Speaker*
Words We Share
Words that will be yours alone:
who helped make me
who chose to make me
this brown skin
an older brother
who watches over me
Words that will be his alone:
grabbed me up
my darker skin
as dark as the man
who I don’t know and
darker than a younger brother
who adores me
Words that you will never know:
No Black man will ever be
Words that we will share:
Words that I look forward to:
I love you too
Remember at your graduation when…
It doesn’t snow here
*In honor of giving myself a little freedom from all the new content on my blog this week, I went back into the archives of the first Mama C and the Boys and found this poem I wrote to Marcel in late January, 2009.
Beautiful! Thank you for sharing (or re-sharing) this with us!
Thanks! I have so much fun writing the poems, maybe as much fun as you do with the pictures. Just don’t the time or confidence yet to devote an entire blog to them yet! Soon maybe… LOVED the Where’s Waldo on your blog today.
This post is just like a poem … beautiful!
PM-Yes, I fancy myself a little bit of a poet. You’ll see many more if you pop on over on occasion 🙂 Thank you.
Thank you Mama!
I. Love. This.
As wildly satisfying responses to a post goes, that takes the cake. Thank you!