OntheWilderSide

Here at the convention, there was a 3-day workshop about dismantling racism. Below is a poem, written as the workshop was unfolding, by Ceci, a green from Pennsylvania.

Browsing

by Ceci Wheeler

Browsing through life memories
Where colors are a matter of concern that get stuck in all skins
In the bones
In the ashes left behind
In the uncertainty of our tomorrows
I am staring at the former strangers who bonded with me this week end
The tears and smiles we can hold for real for ever here
I am Indian, I introduce myself mutely
Can you see the cheekbones
My brown yellowish shades
Imprisoned but embrazing the air that we all breath at once?
They are ancient ruins…dust
Yes, colors, are beautiful decorations on a perfect organic tree
Don’t you know you are my friend now?
You touched my thinking big time
There’s nothing to forgive but much to construct
There’s a sudden blosom after Rita and Bill
Sit down to listen how it flows
There are Hawaiin mellow rythyms
Sounds of encouragement from Nepal
Africa talks and jams
Poems, songs, relaxation themes, jokes…
Newer uncolored eyes on the rise
Recall! Recall!
The memories leading us toward love
Dwiling in exhile
Granmother’s presence thank me
And I can never say your’re welcome
Mother understands now
We’re here without borders
Colorless and we need to eat
Browsing through life memories
Where colors are a matter of concern
You tought me so…
While djamba beats outloud…
My cheekbones stretch flat,
Our hopes for genuine freedom escalate
And Bill and Rita smile.

Written by Ceci during the Dismantling Racism Workshop
National Green Party convention in Reading, PA 7/12/2007
To: Rita, Bill and my beloved group

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