Disgust
I loathe
that big bed,
cause
more slaves
are
made!
I detest Massa
an’
‘WISH’
he was
‘DEAD’;
instead!
I despise
Missy;
she pretend
she don’t
‘SEE’!
I dislike
her kids
who ‘LOVE’
‘MY’
chocolate breast
and
suckling
‘BEST’!
I ‘HATE’
my ‘OWN’ kids
cause
they
belong
to him
and
not
me!
Dedicated to: Genetic connection!
Three Young White Men and a Black Woman -- Christiaenvan van Couwenbergh
Musée de Beaux-Arts, Strasbourg
ReplyDeleteMore than anything I am unprepared for
on so many levels. The narrative is only stopped
by the painting itself. We, who gaze, without
regard whatsoever to our character, are allowed
to take our individual place in the scene.
Its duet of “jocular” pale skin and the terrorized
very dark skinned woman. The two men’s postures
and happy faces indicative of unbridled
force in dominion. Even, the rolling white
of the bed linen looks deadly. Unnamed
to us, her body falling the way so many
baroque bodies fall in the swirl of domes.
The way Halmea fought off Hud;
a catalog of ensnared women. A very
bare room -— as bare as any in a Texas Panhandle
town -— and a page, without a clue as what to do.
His palms both open out and extend up,
a spontaneous, yet willful, unsure reach
for the window shade of a world
hosting decency and goodness;
for something beyond privilege
or quarantine, for something
beyond rule. Horseman, pass by.
-- Scott Hightower