remembering moonlight

i know all too well what Juan means when he says “In moonlight black boys look blue.”   i know those blues. i know moonlight in my memory. i remember being told that hours after birth, my dark-skinned father  took one look at my lighter skin and determined i must be the product of my mother’s sin. … Continue reading remembering moonlight

Pedagogy of the Oppressed

I. ATTENDANCE the woman beside me at the bus stopeats her dates, casting pit to pavementamber skin like liquorrippling in the breeze of passing cars glow she teaches me: the black woman is the most disrespected person on the planet, did you know that? they don' teach it they don't want you to know i … Continue reading Pedagogy of the Oppressed