I want to write a happy poem,
You know, a happy poem
I have been thinkin’
About a lot of the things that I have written
Most of which is not happy,
but I want to write a happy poem
A poem about black women,
A poem that makes me smitten –
You know, deep in love,
googley eyed, hopeful, on top, above –
Number one, in the world.
You know happy a poem.
But I run into a barrier, a recurring barrier
I write my realities, my feelings, & my dreams.
I am determined to write a happy poem,
You know a poem that makes life seem a little brighter,
And the burdens of this world a little lighter.
I am determined to write a happy poem
I must realign my frame of mind, step out of my skin, look past my experiences – never look behind
I know, what I’ll do
I will re envision myself, as a white Woman,
Because I want to write a happy poem.
If I’m going to tell a happy story, one not drenched in the misery of bitterness and anger
Then I must write a poem about a white woman
Because I want to write a happy poem,
For once .
When I think of their perceived prestige,
Their privileged family trees
I think of happiness, bliss, and peace.
So how could I not then, write a happy poem?
I’d have no more stories of intersectionalites of race & gender
No, I wouldn’t need no talks from Walker, about womanism
No need to cross colors of purple and lavender on the spectrum
My womanhood would be sacred
They’d never abandon me, or leave me unprotected
I’d have endless love stories and fairytales,
My men would no longer be locked up in jails
I’d be allowed to take those fairytales and dream,
Seeing myself on screen would no longer be a rarity
To be heard I would have to holler,
And maybe at some point I could make more than 60 cent to the White man’s dollar
I’d no longer be petted on the street, or fear being beat –
By Ops, I mean, cops…
All of the bullshit would stop
I would be able to write a happy poem.
— Written by, a [Young, Black, Educated Woman]
*** I know some people may read this and think, “well damn, there are some good things about being a Black woman” – and to be quite I honest I believe that there are actually a lot of amazing things about being Black woman. However, as I was reflecting over a lot of my recent writings, I asked myself why am not writing “happy, feel good” poems and blogs. So, I was forced to have a moment of truth with myself. It’s not because I am necessarily miserable, but because I have, and I am continuous coming into myself as a woman – a black woman to be exact. As I journey through this labyrinth of an identity, I am seeing and experiencing things that I never have before, and to be honest, they have not been the most glamorous experiences. I write where I am, and who I am in any given moment. Although I love and bask in my Blackness, these are the stories that I need to tell and the poems I need to write now. I hope that this poems touches somebody where they are, and helps others remember where they have come from.