Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Co-Operation


... while reading Fenton Johnson

Co-operation

I had taken a lover for his morals and his strong family values
Apparently, he just wanted to dip into some danger.

He was one of those curious boys with a taste for The Other
and thought I could be his Saartjie Baartman or his Josephine Baker or some 80s-baby edition of his great grandpappy’s wet nurse.

He said to me one day that my cousin DayVauhn had taken his brother’s job.
I stared back at him blankly and asked him who had told his brother that blue eyes were worth more than a Master’s degree.

There was no calling of names
No dropping of N bombs
But the exchange was less than pleasant
so I had to introduce him to Cleopatra Jones or whatever bad ass Black bitch he thought he was getting some softer version of.
And that was the end of that.

A.Emme 2012