If I was as black as Coal,
With the Lorde’s confidence within me
Would I be a happy soul?
Could I inherit her?
If I was Virginia white,
With a room to work in on my own
Would I become famous then?
Or would I be alone?
Could I Wright as he once did?
As a man I am invisible
As a woman I am not.
I think of that a lot.
But I cannot write it.
Hughes’ Wash Woman knows my tune
My father dances with Golden Shoes
Blood wets my mother’s garden
With the family of her husband.
If I was more bronze of skin
Or Blue of Eyes, could I maybe then
feel I have a home to win
Over with my soul song.
Dominic Dailey is a student of literature and aspiring professor. In an attempt to better understand poetry, he writes it himself in a variety of styles. He uses the medium to investigate himself and his place in the world. From his racial identity, to his sexual and transgender experiences, to how he navigates his relationships with others.
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