Melanin in Me

Don’t be sad for my curves where there often aren’t
They feel fine on my long German bones

The Irish-ilked will in me fist-fights eternally
With my most straightforward Grecian nose

Would that it be soon my silvery strands, earned with my Norwegian blood
Make merry with my Polka feet

New Native

The Canarsee, then the Dutch
The English, then the Continentals
The Liberty Enlightening, then Her

1919’s newest native
Born to hope-filled immigrants
First-born Grecian blood

Taught how souls are one with land
Detest the thievery, love the thief
Gave me new-world Explorer’s eyes

Revolutionized, thus, Liberated me
My hair flowing out her crown
I call her fire my hometown

Manhattan girl, my whole world
‘Twas my Thanksgiving to be hers
Bid me to breathe free

Original Thought Credit: “The New Colossus,” Emma Lazarus

Save the Date

I once cut my hair

And I think I’ll do it again, plus deny my Greek-goddess roots

What I will do next will delight and amaze you all

All of you who put me in a box you call, “somebody I used to know”

I will hire a car service, like the braggarts of New York City

Hand the driver a tip with the fat direction to drive you all far, far away

Wherever it is, you need to go

Mark your calendars in pink ink