Engaging Out of Class/Collaboration..with Shaela M. Phillips

Promised beauty in love I dropped the serenity of my being Carefree affection for a chance to have real passion But mother When I came to you about young love and I hope you’d understand Love that makes your heart heavy as college books in your hand you gave me The bottomless stares of, “Aren’t you too young?” I thought (I adore the way he looks at me) (The way he makes me forget who I am The things I have done) mother you said I cheated you of something old, something blue The antique dress made for you sitting in the closet barely tarnished That you pointed at for 21 years, given to me outgrown And Mother…I know I was your dainty princess Your ceramic doll baby You put me in glossy slippers You put in frizzy dresses Coats with rabbit fur lining the collar And muffs to keep my hands warm You pressed my hair and pressed the issue of me becoming a star And flaunted me around to your friends You just knew I would follow in your shoes and be a mirror image of yourself and mother you said I cheated you of the wedding portfolio laced crocodile stockings Your mother of pearls to be displayed and draped around my neck (That was in black and white just like my life) But… (That was in youthfulness just like my marriage) Even by his own family Open to the public ridicule Could they have been happy for us? You declared I put shackles around your son’s feet And took all that he accomplished And got a license to auction out your name "You proclaimed, ”I bet she’s not even saved for herself....not by our lord" and mother Engaging the matters of the out of class The reality of it all, I had to love with discretion The real saga of my tears Was you turning the other cheek Asking me, “why him?” You truly didn’t care that I found true love Engaging the matters of the out of class His mother claimed her son betrayed her parental guidelines and brought me to eat off her precious silverware so she she shunned him and said “How dare you bring little red riding hood from the hood, to my table!” the real deformation of my character was her screaming "How dare you bring her home!" "How dare you bring a black woman in this house!" (A house held up by a kickstand) So we suffered poverty to love one another All the endless questions from those outside the bottomless stares of "Aren't you a colored girl?" While my family gave him peace they gave me the internal crusade to hell! claiming,"We raised him to be all that he could but he met you!" Engaging the matters of the out of class two stories two loves intertwining intricate love unacceptable star-crossed beginnings up against all odds survived existingHere was a poem telling the true story of two separate couple who's relationship is shaken by reticle. How the separate couple was looked down on apon family, because of their family beliefs. a reminder: there is many voices coming from people in this poem and some in parathese for thinking purposes. Written November 17th, 2001 © on Nov 16 2001 10:37 PM PST   18 • 0 • 8