Today I’m thinking about… a poem I wrote to be performed.

June 18, 2011 § Leave a comment

My Mum’s Just a Little Bit Racist

My mum’s just a little bit racist.

She got back from Europe, and at the arrival gate

She told me ‘this little bloody Arab girl kept kicking the back of my seat!’

Through a half laugh

I rolled my eyes and waited til I got in the car before I asked her ‘Does it matter

That she was Arab?’

And my dad chimed ‘Yeah! Stop being so prejudiced!’ from the back seat

And we both felt mildly righteous as I pulled the car out

And drove the hour home.

It reminded me of that time she told me

About the man who stood behind her in the post-office

A Greek, who jeered at her when she asked if she could pop out of line

To grab a book of stamps. She huffed ‘You know Greeks

Just don’t have ANY respect for women!’ And pegged the book of stamps at the refrigerator watching

The bills she hadn’t paid yet slide swift

To the floor.

And I thought of a boy I once knew, Greek

Who asked me out but I thought he was too young for me

Only a year younger but with a pudding face

The kind a mother pokes her fat fingers at on the street and he had the utmost respect for his mother

And women

And me. And then he was killed in a car accident

About 6 months later, give or take, from what I remember. I can’t tell you

What it’s like to have a guy who asked you out

A guy you only knew really through a friend

Who you kissed once for the hell of it and thought he was sloppy,

Die.

But Greeks have no respect for women, I heard

Even 16 year olds.

Then I noticed, on a warm day

An Asian man walk down the street, what kind of Asian?

I don’t know. They all look the same but not Indian

Who to me

Sometimes

Look like white people with too much fake tan

He passed a Lebanese woman, wearing a hajib

But then do Lebanese women wear hajibs? Are they muslim? Anyway, she was angry

About something and steered into a half empty parking lot

Flush flesh bundled to guard

From the glare

And the Asian man watched her with shrewd dark eyes and I wondered

If he was just a little bit racist too.

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