Cacao Flower
I caution my son—he is a cacao flowerpirouetting on our front lawn,his pigment humming the hue of the Other. It happened twice—the sight of him rousing barbs and flintsof passers-by’s discomfort:Hey! You!What are you doing there?as he stood in the skinof his own doorstep— mere existence an omen of peril. But the world laughs in mocking tones,Dial down […]