My Name Is Jane Crow

My Name Is Jane Crow

A Poem by Erin Sky

this is about being white in middle america, and not quite comfortable with either


The finger that caresses this paper

Is dark to its whiteness

But why this fortune

That this finger is like this paper

When we press hands?


The majority is not unlucky

We rule, control, believe democracy

Like the truce of Tet

We claim to have got beyond that

More than forty years

slipping by.


And still I am richer, healthier, literate-r

I am statistic, as are you

Beautiful, my fathers are b******s

Of b*****d fathers, who lynch their brothers

And live in colourless mansions on beds of green,

A dark brown wallet (it would seem)


Our world is legion, is collage

Of camera not quite meeting

And centre fading

Let our grandma’s knit [us] together

Like they held us as rainbow babies

We’ll walk hand to hand, side to side

Leaving careless tracks on the ocean’s low tide

© 2008 Erin Sky

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Erin Sky
Erin Sky

Ithilien, Gondor

I hear I'm a bit cryptic, for all my loquacity; I talk too much, due to all I need to say; I am Gemini, and astrology is bollocks; I'm narcissistic, and hate myself for it; I dwell in irony, in the ra.. more..