Illegitimi non carborundum
Illegitimi non carborundum
Illegitimi non carborundum
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“Well…your ancestors wrote it.”<br />
he an old Southern gentleman<br />
who left the South because he preferred<br />
the feeling of a man’s skin against his own,<br />
my father’s favorite uncle<br />
who designed window displays for F.A.O. Schwartz<br />
and ran wild in the New York City streets<br />
with Andy Warhol in the 50’s<br />
his eyes always slightly rounded<br />
with a hint of shame<br />
because his ancestors loved women<br />
his ancestors owned brothels<br />
his ancestors owned slaves<br />
and I know they pretended not to find black women<br />
beautiful<br />
because when the days get long, sometimes<br />
I can still see the amber sky of Toomsooba,<br />
Mississippi<br />
on the backs of my eyelids<br />
because all women<br />
are beautiful<br />
and when I see<br />
the strong lashes, coffeecream complexion,<br />
dark pink scars<br />
running along slender brown fingers<br />
and eyes that dare me to look away<br />
I can’t believe that in those eyes<br />
some men still find ugliness<br />
so I raise my hands<br />
to the Mississippi sky<br />
hearing my grandmother’s fingers<br />
plucking the harp strings of my spine<br />
telling me to love<br />
and love everyone<br />
regardless of the memories that tint skin<br />
or the secrets<br />
that color the spirit,<br />
because Langston Hughes called you<br />
the Pride Of The Town<br />
and I am proud…<br />
proud to see you<br />
proud to know you<br />
proud to love you.