April 3, 2022One of the Good Ones
To their surprise, the prince was a black man—fresh
kicks, flat lips, tight crown coiled around his head.
Still, they loved him. Though everything made it
difficult. Wasn’t it an uncle who said they’re savages?
And what about the stories of how they loot and kill
then step over their dead? But thoughts of him
gave them comfort. Something they could cling to
when they weren’t clinging to their purses, something
they could hold when they weren’t violently pulling
their children away. But a prince is just a man, and a man
is just an animal cloaked in skin. That’s what I tell my son
when the prince wounds and is wounded. I cup his brown
face in my hands and say, Baby, you don’t have to be perfect,
which must be what they tell their sons when they storm
the castle, when they try to take over the world.
from Poets Respond