It's quite an experience
to watch black face that is
I've never had the...
opportunity?
pleasure?
chance?
to see a minstrel show live and in action
feet from my own brown face
I didn't know what to expect
To be quite honest, I didn't really give it much thought
prior to the play that is
It was another night at the theatre
It was supposed to be just another night at the theatre
My brothers, my peers, my generation
painted their brown faces black
Fought the weight on the very own hands to apply
black face paint, white wide mouths, and big red lips.
How did you do that?
How did you release that weight?
How were you able to bring your hand up to your face?
I'm awe-struck
I mean, we're the same age for goodness sakes
We go to the same spots
Know the same people
Listen to the same music
Care about the same things
Have the same struggles
Are birthed from the same mothers
You're just like me
But you just left me
You're surppasing me here
You're understanding something more complex than I can imagine
Somwhere within you
you found what it takes
to perform
blackface
I just want to let you know that it's hard
It's hard out here in the audience
I'm sure it was hard for you
It just had to be
But it's hard out here too
What do you expect me to do?
Am I supposed to laugh knowing what I know?
Do I laugh like "they" laughed?
Strangely I found myself a minstrel
just doing what you wanted me to do
You told me it was a satire
So I laughed
Even though it was awkward to laugh at minstrelsy
like "they" laughed
But you needed me
You needed my reaction
You needed to fee off of me
As a fellow performer I know you needed the fuel
my energy
my approval
You needed to know I was entertained
Hmm...
Think about that
Isn't that ironical?
There has been times when I left stages
in tears
starved of an audience reaction
Malnurished
I couldn't do that to you
Even though I felt like a minstrel
You needed me
So I laughed
I laughed the way "they laughed"
even though I didn't want to
I just want you to know that it was hard
But thank you
Thank you for the education
It's an uncomfortable way of learning
but that means I'll never forget
But more than that...
Thank you for speaking with an advanced vocabulary as you explained
Thank you for speaking to us as educated, black men after the show
It was scary how well you portrayed that minstrel clown
Terrifying actually
So thank you for letting them know
who you really are
and where you came from
That you're an educator
That you're not oblivious
A thinker
A passionate leader
A playwright
An artist
A courageous adult
I understand
Believe me I do
I know why you must fight against the weights
on your hands and arms
As an educator, a mentor, a big sister, a minister
I understand the significance of your works
But I just wanted to let you know that it was hard
Still yet
Thank you.
1 comment:
wow...I have no words...an educational experience in deed
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