Sie sagen:zu weiß, um Schwarz zu sein.Zu Schwarz, um weiß zu sein. Doch meine Vorfahrenpflückten Baumwolle mit blutigen Händen.Ich höre ihren Schmerzunter meiner Haut.Ich trage ihre Stärkein jeder Zelle.Ich singe ihre Lieder —Work Songs.Spirituals.Gospels.Lieder, die den Himmel aufreißen. Sie sagen:eine Zionistin ohne Mitleid. Doch ich binTochter Zion.Tochter Israels.Kind der Überlebenden.Mein Herz liebt mein Volk.Und weint … Wer bin ich? weiterlesen
mixed race
On being mixed race
Is there a countryfor those of us who are mixed race?or maybe even a continent, a whole planet?The country I grew up indid not want meall the words I heardBlack, Carribean, Jewish, Indigenous,North African, white Too black, too this, too thatN-word flying,together with insults,fists, leather belts and sticksa bloodied nose and bruisesat the end of … On being mixed race weiterlesen
Stolen roots
The fight within myselfwrestling with my pastfinding a path in the presentthat leads to the good future Raised away from my peoplesin a place that did not want meand that I did not wantleaving me without languagewithout culturewithout bonds Adrift between worldsI want to grow roots into my rootsI need to grow roots into my … Stolen roots weiterlesen
– but now
So many years agoYou told mehow much you disliked my long hairhappy when I lost it to diseaseknowing or not how much it meant to memore than just natural hairlike a spiritual love affairof resistance against assimilationspeaking of who I am So many years agowhen, without any pretentionI was drawnand just wanted to feel the … – but now weiterlesen
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