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Apply | Fall 2018
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Peaches
Written by Valyn Turner
Valyn Lyric Turner is spoken word poet, actor, songwriter, and activist hailing from Atlanta, Georgia, the original home of the Cherokee and Creek native nations. Valyn is a sophomore Posse Scholar at Boston University where she double majors in Theatre Arts and Spanish. Notable poems include “Race in the Classroom” and “Bleeding Red, White, and Blue,” both of which have been featured on the podcast “The Only One in the Room” with Laura Catchart Robbins. You can also find Valyn’s work on the radio drama, “Iris”, wherever you get your podcasts. Valyn’s mission is to inspire, empower, and serve others through her craft.
“mama, where’s the peach? mama?”
“girl, whatchu need the peach for? use ‘chocolate chip’. right there.”
and i colored it in
my skin etched in crayola
it wasn’t clean, but it was mine
a little outside the lines
i tried not to mind that mine didn’t look like
Ivy’s
“get that poison outcha mind, child whatchu mean you need
to look like Ivy?”
well
she used peach
so did Ethan and
Leah used peach
interchangeably
with ‘skin color’
“can you pass me the ‘skin color”
and she didn’t mean chocolate chip
and i dipped my chocolate hands into a basket full of sand
and pulled out a peach
and called it “skin color”
knowing damn well it wasn’t mine
“we are not defined by our hue. not me and not you.
so go’on and use the crayon that you want to use.”
and i picked up the peach
and mama frowned
and i held the peach up to my mouth
and opened wide
and took a bite
and mama smiled
and i asked if i could have the chocolate chip