Identity Duality

We get our voices from the ghosts of spirituals 

Our feeling from their deaths 


Will they think 

About how our nights were filled with 

Blue eyes 

Blond hair 

Long and silky 

Wind tousled 

How the slight tinge of brown or black was easily 

Passed by

Begged for the chance to be seen but the wish was never answered 


I wonder who would honor my wish 

See me in the pictures 

And select me on the screen 

As they try to do in real life 


After sanitized hands 

Cleanse mouths from the aftertaste 

Will they come back?

Mattie Grace Levy

I'm a black woman, a classically trained oboist, a self-taught composer, and an introspective poet trying to comprehend my thoughts.

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