59.2 Exclusive Content: Meditations on My Face – PRISM international
“Three hours south of Chicago. It’s in the Midwest.” He pretends to know where that is while the spark of hope that I might be someone-who-knows-someone-he-knows fades from his eyes. “Where are you from?” I ask. “Ivory Coast. You are from America, but you wrap your hair like an African woman.” Pride lights up his eyes, but I am not home for him, only a déjà vu of home in a sea of unfamiliarity and unfulfilled yearning. *** Maybe my African brothers and sisters are upset that slavery happened too. Maybe my face is an unpleasant reminder of a past that some like to forget,...
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