People who have followed my blog know my story. I'm a single, never-married white woman. My sons are African American. They were students at my school and I adopted them when they were seven and nine. Our journey has been long and bumpy. Many, many people including a former boss, teachers, and football and basketball coaches, have been the village that have surrounded and raised my boys.
A single white mom, with two black boys, is probably not ideal. I know I did a lot of things wrong. But one thing I did right is to fill my sons' lives with books. And I made sure that we had books with people that celebrated my boys.
THIRTEEN WAYS OF LOOKING AT A BLACK BOY, by Tony Medina and 13 Artists, is a book that I wish I had been able to give my boys when they were growing up. The title, as those who are more literary will probably recognize, is a play on Wallace Stevens' 1954 poem,
"Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird." The thirteen poems, all in the tanka form, are a celebration of black malehood, arranged chronologically. The first poem, "Anacostia Angel," captures a black baby with a
fly bow tie and
koolaid smile. In the last poem, "Giving Back to the Community," a black man returns to teach in his community. In between those two are poems that celebrate church, thie middle school/high school flirt, a teenage athlete chasing his bus, and several others. Many of the poems are set in Anacostia, "a historically black neighborhood in Washington, D.C., which is quickly becoming more gentrified." Anacostia was also the home of Frederick Douglas.
The art in this book is absolutely spectacular. Thirteen different artists, including well-known picture book artists Floyd Cooper, Javaka Steptoe, and R. Gregory Christie each contributed one illustration, everything from watercolor, to pencil-like sketch to watercolor, to mixed media. Wow! I think this book would be a terrific addition to an art class- kids could pick one object and explore it in through several different mediums.
Extensive back matter gives information about each artist, about tanka, and about the Anacostia area.
"One-Way Ticket"
Payday don't pay much
Every breath I take is taxed
The kind of life where
I'll have to take out a loan
To pay back them other loans
"Athlete's Broke Bus Blues"
Know how many times
I done missed this broke-down bus
Hardly catch my breath
Running as fast as can be,
Wave at this bus leaving me
"Brothers Gonna Work It Out"
We righteous Black men
Patrol the soul of this 'hood
Raise young bloods proper
To be the kings that they are
Crowned glory of our future
Brenda, at
Friendly Fairy Tales, is hosting Poetry Friday today.