Teardrop Tattoos

2012-01-31T05:52:00.000-08:00

They, are
here. Young, white, strange.
Blasphemous,
irreverent, environmentally
conscious; pierced in
places
once taboo.

Teardrop tattoos
below the left eye, a
sad smile upon the
surface
of an otherwise common
face.

Transient. Guarded. A leaf
blown. Unknown when, just
present,
unmoving, permanent,
fixating. In
my city.

Occupy, yes. Gentrifying? Yes!
Occupying my city's park, downtown;
my hood? Yes. Wearing
the teardrop? Yes.
Young and White?
Yes.

Less than friendly. Cordial,
but reserved, exclusive. Something
less than redeeming. In
my city.

The city
I love.

They, are here. Wearing
teardrop tattoos

Unpublished
Teardrop Tattoos
Copyright 2012 emmett wheatfall
All Rights Reserved

http://emmettwheatfall.com/

In My City

2012-01-28T16:47:00.000-08:00

There are Black
people in my city. They are
everywhere, now. There is
no Black community. No NAACP.
No Urban League,
that's making
a real difference,
in
my city.

There are
Black churches. Not many
White people attend them.
They go
elsewhere. To
Multnomah Falls, and
Timothy Lake, Mt. Hood and
Lincoln City, and seaside;
to yard-work, and garage sales,
Trailblazer games, their kids
soccer matches and festivals,
and any place
other than
the Black churches,
in
my city.

The jazz world, the
R&B world,
in my city, is
amazing! Linda Hornbuckle,
she's big league, big voiced,
and a beautiful
Black women.

Soulful saxophonist
Patrick Lamb,
that White boy! He's got to be
Black, I just know it!
And Mel Brown! the
legend, the master,
he's vintage.

Then there's
my musician friends: Gordon Lee,
jazz pianist extraordinaire,
legendary bassist, Andre St. James,
my man, drummer, Edwin Coleman,
jazz pianist Ramsey Embick, and
the hardest, smartest, and multitalented
saxophonist, producer, and
record label owner,
Mr. Noah Peterson,
in
my city.

The Trailblazers are
my city’s team and Nate McMillan
a great coach. Paul Allen, the owner
should retain him. When
they win the championship, it
will have been,
a good decision.

Some love the Timbers. Love
for them is growing.
It won't be long, before, they'll
become—beloved,
in
my city.

I love

my city

Unpublished
In My City
Copyright 2012 emmett wheatfall
All Rights Reserved

http://emmettwheatfall.com