Black Poetry Writing Month: Write a Poem for the Mask Wearer

We Wear the Mask

We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.

Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.

We smile, but O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream other-wise,
We wear the mask!

—Paul Laurence Dunbar, from Lyrics of Lowly Life (1896)

 

April, 2015– After the questionable death of Freddie Grey, resulting from a spinal cord injury he obtained while in police custody that left him in a coma for seven days, the city of Baltimore erupted into flames in violent protest.

A blond coworker of mine, one who I must describe as sadly ignorant based the many questions she has asked me about past and current racial issues in this country, wants to know what caused the riots in Baltimore.

So I tell her.

People are angry (notice, I don’t say black people) at yet another mysterious death of a black man at the hands of police.

Her reaction:

“Oh my god! Get over it! They’re making it bigger than what it is. It’s not that serious. Cops aren’t racist! Everything’s not racist! They’re just doing their job!”

And while my palm is itching to slap her up and down this office, because despite what she thinks, it is in fact about race; because if the past two years have proven anything, it’s that minorities, specifically BLACK MEN, are more likely to become victims of police brutality; because a black man is more likely to get shot six times in the back for a busted taillight; because a black kid who smokes weed is labeled a thug while a white kid who shoots up a church is “troubled”; because a black grandmother had her face beat in on the side of a highway; because at ten years old, I’d come to accept the fact that cops are trigger happy around black men.

Instead, I put on the biggest minstrel act I can muster.

“You’re right! Everything’s not racist. We overreact to everything. It’s silly, really. You remember when Atlanta Hawks GM basically called Luol Deng a sneaky African? Or when Giuliana Rancic said Zendaya’s faux locs smelled like marijuana? It wasn’t that serious. It was funny, right? I laughed. I thought it was funny. Ha-ha-ha!”

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Dunbar’s poem is very real to many African Americans. Too often we pick up the mask and put on a wide, “good Negro” grin because we don’t want to be called thugs, or “angry black people.” Even though we know that something’s not right, that this action by this person, this group of people, or this system was most definitely driven by racist and ethnocentric thinking, we keep quiet because we don’t want to offend the white people (even though we’re offended); we don’t want to make them feel uncomfortable (even though we’re uncomfortable); we don’t want them to think we’re calling them racist (even though if the shoe fits . . .)

This happens all too often. Black people get offended because of something blatantly racist, and then white people get offended by black people for being offended. Let’s take Beyoncé’s Superbowl 50 halftime performance for example. In her new song “Formation,” she embraces her blackness and marvels at black beauty.

My daddy Alabama, Momma Louisiana
You mix that negro with that Creole make a Texas bamma
I like my baby heir, with baby hair and afros
I like my negro nose with Jackson Five nostrils

Unfortunately, some people had a problem with her use of the word “negro.” Others didn’t like her indictment of police brutality in the “Formation” music video, in which officers in riot gear surrender and hold up their hands to a black boy wearing a hoodie and dancing. And some thought it was in poor taste that her dancers were dressed as Black Panthers. Beyoncé snatched off her mask. She took the Superbowl stage and made it her platform against systemic racism and injustice. She professed that she was proud to be black, that her black IS beautiful. Let’s put our fists in the air with her!

Beyoncé performs during halftime of the NFL Super Bowl 50 football game Sunday, Feb. 7, 2016, in Santa Clara, Calif. (AP Photo/Charlie Riedel)
Beyoncé performs during halftime of the NFL Super Bowl 50 football game Sunday, Feb. 7, 2016, in Santa Clara, Calif. (AP Photo/Charlie Riedel)

Yet, there is talk of boycotting?

*sigh*  (Gon, be a gud lil’ nigga. We mus’n’ offend massa.)

For today’s #BlaPoWriMo prompt, write a poem about a time when you had to wear a mask, when you had to swallow back feelings of oppression and put on a demoralizing “good negro” song and dance so as not to offend the ignorant. Will you take off your mask now? Will you force the world to see your tears, your pain, your bleeding heart?

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10 thoughts on “Black Poetry Writing Month: Write a Poem for the Mask Wearer

  1. I am white, and I see racism all the time. I figure I’m perceptive and sensitive, how writers are. I actually think about this quite a bit. If that guy was white, would someone else help him push his car? (My husband did.) If those kids were white, would that car slow down? (I did.)
    Sometimes I think people must be blind not to see it, it’s so blatant.
    Imagine what I don’t see because I’m white?

    Boycotting what? Boycotting Beyonce?

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    1. Sometimes I wonder if this ‘blindness’ comes from ‘white privilege’ or if it has more to do with education. If it hadn’t been for certain courses I took in college, I don’t know if I’d be able to see certain things that are blatantly racist, outside of white vs. black. Maybe people just don’t want to see it; they’d rather live in they’re little bubble, I guess. But don’t get mad at me because I’m angry. That’s just dumb.
      And yes, boycotting Beyoncé. I saw it on Twitter last night. I couldn’t believe it. Because her performance was too ‘black’? Please enlighten me. Why are these people boycotting the Queen?!

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      1. I get angry, too, but it’s not the same, because I don’t fear it happening to me or my own. I fear it’ll be kids my kids hang out with. I’ve grown irrational about kids in hoodies, for one.
        I think a lot of it IS education.
        All I heard about was how the show was too gay, ffs. I missed the boycotting of Beyonce. Too gay, too black. As soon as I think about how those shouldn’t be things I can think of things I think are too white, too masculine. Like government.
        So I guess I’ll finish my lunch and think s’more.

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      2. And that’s the right kind of angry! Not the “get over it!” angry. That’s so insensitive, I don’t like it.
        I’ll admit, I was trying hard to find a message in all the rainbow colors but honestly, all it did was hurt my eyes. I think the whole show was about acceptance–the rainbows, the black panthers… and people just completely missed the point. And I think the boycotting Beyoncé thing was only on Twitter (a small, too white, too masculine sector of Twitter). Twitter boycotts everything.
        Anyway, tummy’s growling, so I’ll just feed my face & think s’more witcha!

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