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Black and White
by Aaron BlairI lay my head on your chest
to hear the tribal drum
beat of your heart,
the whole continent of Africa
tucked beneath your ribs.
My father said, once,
"never bring home a nigger,"
so I brought myself to him, instead,
and made his body a home. 02/15/2004 Author's Note: To fetishize the differences between us is a little hard not to do, I think.
Posted on 02/16/2004
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quinlan L Gibson on 02/18/04 at 12:11 AM What an intelligently written piece. Respects to your open world... |
| Posted by Rula Shin on 02/19/04 at 02:45 AM Amazing poem....beautifully crafted. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 06/01/11 at 07:45 PM Absolutely beautiful. The greater beauty is that you've found a love that feels like home. Wonderful poem here. |
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