Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Haiku #15: Peach Cobbler
I'm American
My tan skin fits this landscape
This soil I have plowed
So this was inspired by the idea of American pie (apple pie) which is a tasty, white woman's pie lol. The history behind peach cobbler is so rich, much like the contents of that mouth-watering dessert. I think it should be known that slaves took the rotten fruit given to them by their slave masters and turned it into gold. Mmmmm...I feel like Pavlov's dog right now... But anyway, I was imagining a landscape portrait of the American family. And I fit there. I denied being American soooo long. Called myself a displaced African. But when you think of our contribution-- technology, labor, culture-- when you think of God's plan for us, you can't deny what's yours. And America is yours. It's mine. It's ours.
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Word, I respect this entry so much. It's interesting to know that I'm not the only one that can sometimes straddle the fence between wanted to cast off all the labels that associate us with this country and accepting the fact that we are a product of two very distinct histories colliding together in this thing we call "our past." Granted, it is not the most beautiful one. It is ours nonetheless. And the sooner we start to own it, the sooner we can decide how best to swallow a hurt that we have denied for so long.
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