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Archive for the tag “black literature”

Confession in a Parked Car

Day 4. a poetry class journal entry. Circa 2009

 

There is only stale air and failed words

Between us

There has been no truth for days

Now silence

Endless deliberation

Be honest or tell lies?

Lies

That have fallen flat for days

And widened the chasm

Between us

He sits up straight

Separated

only by the inches

Between us

Steering wheel in hand,

His head low,

He confessed.

I cried.

Four months apart

Had been too long.

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My Own Affirmation

I believe that when I return to Africa, I will write my best work.  I will write one story or many of them that will be as notable as the works of Morrison, Walker, Kincaid, Bambara.  I will breathe life back into Black Literature.  I feel it in my bones and I know I will do this—like Chimamanda Adichie knew she could write an American novel; like Natasha Tretheway knew she could produce Pulitzer-winning poetry; Like Edwidge Danticat knew she could write beautifully when representing two, and sometimes three, different lands.   I will do this work and you will one day count my name amongst those who are aforementioned here.  I just need you to believe with me.

 

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