Happy Friday!
In honor of the end of the work week, let’s keep it light… with a poem….
This poem is from “The Day I Found Out I was Black” – which was performed in 2004 at Indiana University. I haven’t read it in quite some time, so looking at it now made me chuckle a little. While I seriously had those feelings, it’s nice to have gotten past them, but I know I’m not the only one who felt that way or who feels that way. I have encountered many “oreos” since high school… had I known more, we could have bonded… but not all “oreos” make friends…you smile at one another, wave, have polite conversation, but that’s pretty much it.
Last week, there was a re-tweet by playwright Katori Hall of a link to young woman’s play “Life as an Oreo” by April A. Jones (@aprilreign91) – I have been thinking of this since then and dedicate this post to April and all the other Oreos out there!
Thank you so much for this. It’s exciting to see so many different people being touched by my play. I never would have thought it would happen. I find out in about a month if it’s going to be performed at the Kennedy Center in D.C. *crosses fingers*
Let the Oreos rejoice!