CHOOSING THE BLUES (for S. Brandi Barnes) by Angela Jackson.

When Willie Mae went down to the barber shop to visit her boyfriend who cut hair there I went with her.
Walking beside her on the street the men said hey and stopped to watch her just walk.
Boyfriend barber cut hair and cut his glance at her, O, he could see the tree for the forest.
He pressed down the wild crest on a man’s head and shaved it off just so he could watch her standing there by the juke box choosing the blues she would wear for the afternoon.
Right there Little Milton would shoot through the store-front with the peppermint stick sentry twirling outside
“If I didn’t love you, baby, grits ain’t groceries, eggs ain’t poultry and Mona Lisa was a man.”
And every razor and mouth would stop its dissembling business.
And Time would sit down in the barber’s chair and tell Memory poised with its scissors in hand not to cut it too short, just take a little off the ends. . .

Angela Jackson

Category: Celebration of Blackness,