Ritamae’s Poetry Corner; Tar Baby

I was tar baby
but mostly black chips
that’s what Pappie called me
words coated in love
but they said it with crusted tones
dragging words
of mocked contempt
with poisonous scorn

Yet I was proud
and they remained
“Why you proud?”
“You noh know you da di blackest of dem all?”
I was black
before I knew what it was
I was proud
before I knew what that was
I loved black
even though it seemed a bad thing to be
and no one but Pappie loved tar babie

by Ritamae Hyde
(Mahogany Whispers, 2010)

One thought

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s