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March 30, 1998
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About The Maroon tiger. (Morehouse College, Atlanta, Georgia) 19??-current | View Entire Issue (March 30, 1998)
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Monday, March 30, 1998
THE MAROON TIGER
PAGE 16
tetween her ringers and toes
to give her seven plane
jusi to get her attention
She ran her hands
down my caramel brown body and
'' — '/"'l
er beneath the
She Perfection (remix)
a stQejtfor Sispfits-N^Lovers
Happy to be nappy
had to be said
* . 'cause my heart burned
not from lye
but from the lies I was telling to
my hair.
{pie sting and burn marks
stopped making patterns on my
, scalp and continued with unwise
cracks that vibrate
through my ears
being spit on -
digested -
settled -
slept on
and back
out through
my anal
when I ceased writing sestinas
specnon,
d Horus to hang them up someplace pleasurable
ad gave me two krugerrands for my troubles.
So I professed all my love,
,;tny passions and affections
efrom her soulful goodness
to her dark chocolate complexion.
and fed me with spiritual milk
ns and Bible
r you
her love for me abounded and stood
fast through troubling storms,
afterT strung top-ether
ijs stars and milky ways
J and placed them
I around her ring finger,
1 we sang nine Nubian
love jams and . j—
t of the Serengeti
PRECIOUS
(dedicated to all our Spelman siste
Precious lives in closed rooms
not seeing the world
refusing to hear the cries of her brothers
never dancing dances around
the fire that’s nearly quenched
by Caucasian ways and caucasi
seeing only what Caucasian eyi
never seeing what Caucasian eyes see in her
‘cuz if she did she’d gouge out Caucasian eyes
she sees us natives as Caucasians see us natives
seeing with naive eyes j^‘' r
loving with naive hearts
loving her Caucasian ways
not loving her African Soul
Precious moves whitely
I try to move blackly
but precious can't relate to my blackness
although I tell her
she’s as black if not blacker
but she says “no I’m me”
and I say “yes”
and I say “no”
Precious walks with closed eyes
that look out tainted windows
and take warped perceptions as truth
somehow I don’t think that Precious knows that
although we’re different
although our roots grow from different dirt
I try to tell her that all the bleach in the world
won’t make her jeans white
all the dye won't make his jeans black
no amount of color coordination
can make them white jeans match our black heai
as a gas-filled kiss to
i.
With nature hair follicles
jg roll 9
curl spiral to the 9
to the 9th power of pride.
Producing rare black pearls
in this world of Just For Me, Dark and Lovely, and
Optimum,
to add to this non-chemical path of Samson
to add to the
natural mystique
au naturale -
black style
spiritually
patient waiting for
that immortal fad
the era
marked
proud
of not
only the
straight
but the
kinky,
textured,
‘froed
curled,
weaved,
bald,
happy to be
nappy
kinky curls
breaking
through silky
commandments
kinky new growths
of peace.
— Latoya Brown
Photos by Vin
Reon Unearthly
