EN // FR
ZEBRA
My youngest son dreams of being a zebra, running
free and wild with a herd where black and white
share the same space on a fierce body. Bare hooves
stomp their power into the earth leaving imprints
of freedom and equality in their wake.
He awakens to a world where Blacks and Whites are
still at odds with each other. The word bi-racial is sometimes
spoken as if it is a dirty term. His curly golden-blonde hair
and caramel skin, always creating more questions and
attention than he would like.
I find myself dreaming like my son, wanting to be free
and powerful without conflict or injury. I don’t want to be
David’s Black mother. I just want to be David’s mother.
Maybe one day we will embrace our sameness and like
the zebra, our two sides will share the same space and
truly become one.
Toni G. writes poetry and flash fiction. Additional work may be found at: Right Hand Pointing and elsewhere on the net.