Rough Draft of an Emotion
She knew it was wrong but also knew there was nothing she could do about her reaction. Every time she looked at the babe, she noticed and mentally absorbed the fact anew that his eyes weren’t even brown.
She can’t help but think it an act of psychological warfare on her ex-husband’s part to inflict this child, who didn’t even come from her own womb, on her & their son in the name of whatever emotion he was feeling at the time he was sticking his dick in some woman who looked nothing like either of them.
Lil blk star
sees only brotherhood
Not the lack of melanin his mommy struggles with
Until she remembers she was the one
Who gave star
The book which talked about the spectrum
Of color we inhabit.
Still she can’t help but to envision
All the mothers forced to care for children
Not their own.
She sees it daily where she lives
And as much as she understands the economic imperative
She doesn’t want to be them;
Doesn’t want to be walking down the street
With a child so obviously not hers
And be taken for the nanny or the maid.
It fucks with her mind something awful
and has her presenting unpretty poetry
because it has happened not once, not twice
but four times.
it’s more than a trend
this presenting their black child
with siblings
who have white mothers.
It fucks with her mind in a primal way
It is antithesis of a consciousness
which puts children first
because when she thinks of all
they’re going to have to face
she goes almost blind.
there is a cohesion
to having parents of the same race
that can’t be denied.
