"Biologically, race does not exist. Race-ISM is a
psychological construct." ~Toni MorrisonWhite and black cannot be foundin the ruins and valleys of a human face.You’re the dust in a wrinkled rainbow,whorled pallet of earth tones,ginger, sorrel, burnt sienna.Who called you “white,”that disdain for shadows,color of the fear of fallingthrough the prism of contradiction?You are not white, you are oak,
apple wood and dandelion.Make wine of yourself.Make a barrel of your bones.Acquire the flavor of your ancestors.Who called you “black,”that abstraction of a laughing tear?You are not black, you have sownsunset in your cheek furrows.You are banyan and mahogany,kola nut and olive, cocoa bean of grief,kinnikinnik of the sacred pipe.You are the night.Voracious love has dipped us bothin honey, meshed our dreamsin darkest cilia, netted our soulslike mushrooms in sweet loam,the wild manure of one dragon.Through innumerable pungent rootsthe same juice bears us upwardinto starlight.