I have been introduced to a new writer, Crystal Wilkinson. More specifically, I was introduced to her book Perfect Black. This book, even the title stops me in my tracks. I don’t know if I have ever seen these two words together. That in itself fills my heart with grief. Her book has me enchanted from the poem, Motherland that talks about Kentucky as home to brown faces and how it both hurts and heals that brings up my own Appalachian ancestry in Kentucky. The way it has hurt and the way it has the opportunity to heal my own tomorrow. To her poem Black Body that starts off with the words “My black body is a boulder, a stop sign. Sometimes i think my body is graceful, a song of freedom.” This takes my breath away. What she offers isn't always easy to read but its real. I appreciate real.
Quanita
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