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!