Passing
Basquiat Untititled
PASSING
“You’re sure dark
for a white guy”
—Philip Roth
The Human Stain
Passing for a white kid wasn’t easy—
When you’ve got a big black dick like me
It’s like being queer & trying to pass—
For being a fucking str8t honky asshole
There’s no way to hide it from knowing eyes—
Eyes that know and see and see too much
My mulatto mother had to get divorced—
When my father took one look at it
One look at my proud pigmented penis—
That was it ‘cause he was outta there
My mother was high yellow just like outta—
Faulkner’s trashy novel Absalom, Absalom
And there it was for everybody to see—
My young jet-black Mandingo manhood
What made matters worse later on was—
I was queer as a Confederate dollar bill
I would’ve made a good Mapplethorpe model—
Once you’ve gone black there’s no turning back
Hoodoo Voodoo mojo already had me good—
My African genealogy growin' in my groin
My mulatto mother couldn’t help me—
I started wearing a Hoodoo Headrag
White chicks called me up late on Sat nights—
They wanted what I wanted: Mandingo love
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