Animating Inanimate Objects through Black Persona Poems
Later in the session, we were encouraged to create our own Black persona poem. I chose to make my poem from the perspective of the comb in the first story in the poem book.
Scritch, Scratch
Torn through the kinks, coils,
Dryness and tangles of your hair
I brought you tears and screams
of discomfort, and whimpers in angst to
Other black children, almost as if
I am the precursor to the anxiety
You will endure at stuffy,
Events for people beyond your years.
But on this day there were no tears,
Minimal screams, and quieted whimpers
In angst. Because on this day
Rather than irksomely bending your
Head in different directions, Aunt Notrie
Was talking about survival. Your
Thoughts were consumed with bigger
Worries than the tightness of
Your hair and dress for church
Today.
Scritch, Scratch
Aunt Notrie’s words tore
Through your veil of innocence
And naivety. Because life can
Present greater pains Than the
dryness and tangles of your hair.
Through this exercise, I discovered how writing from an object’s perspective can reveal the deeper history and character in Black experiences.
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