M is For Mahogany
Here we are
two Jaspers in space
Meeting up for the first time with a priori
Chance yet here we are wearing
prejudices placed in our minds from meditations..
I like you, you like me, this tango should be simple
I follow your lead and in turn I lead your heart back to me
Only one thing stops me from loving you,
You’re mahogany- just like me. Our sameness,
our hurts all the bitterness of these apples
were handed to us without a choice
I see you
I see someone I am supposed to loathe because of ThugBabyDaddyBabymommaDramaUnemployedSelfhate
And when you see me you see FemaleMasculinityTooIndependentButBrokeEnoughtoBeaGolddigger
Who gave you the poison? Oh, she did?
Who gave me my poison? He did, they did, we all effing did
But I’ll dance with you,
I’ll lure you with my same browness and bigness, and thick-skinnedness
As long as you do the same to me
Copyright 2018© Erica Jean Smith
*I hope you enjoyed this poem. This one was right off the top of my head when I thought of the color mahogany which is like a reddish-brown hue. We have all been bruised emotionally because of our skin-tone or hair type. One thing I learned is that “isms” never really die. Why? Because they are ideas, philosophies, prejudices, ghosts. What we can do is rise above it all and love one another on deeper terms than just what we are given. Yes, even our own experiences can cloud very good judgment.