BLKBOYCOLORED - 2017


Installation: Sullivan Gallery MFA Exhibition


Excerpt From Book:

 

SKY: The Day I Meet Her

SKY October Third Grade

He picks me up, I jump into the back seat of Daddy’s suburban truck. Lauryn Hill blasting. I’m wearing the brand new leather coat he bought me. It was orange and light blue. He ain’t been home in a few days, he fresh out of jail and just got a new job.

“HEY, DADDY! I THOUGHT YVETTE WAS PICKING ME UP.”

My big sister had been picking me up from school for a few days now. Daddy is always busy somewhere or at work. Happy to see him, I kiss him on the cheek, and turn on the TV in the back seat. Sailor Moon is on.

WE PULL OFF

He takes me to get a happy meal: 4 piece chicken nuggets and Orange Hi-C. We keep driving. We pass our house. “Daddy, you passed the house.” He knows, he tells me he has to make a stop. After six blocks, he makes a right turn.

HE STOPS...(For More)


LVNDER: The Day I Won Prom... The Boo'ed Me

LVNDER May, Twelfth Grade

I’ve done everything that I was s’posed to do. My GPA is a 3.5. I haven’t been kicked out. I don't smoke, I don’t drink and I don't sell drugs. I really want this. I’ve been dreaming about this since I saw that nigga from down the street wearing his crown.

THERE’S NO VOTING PROCESS

We have to rely on our teachers. Six of them and ten student signatures, I’m qualified. My community service hours are completed. I haven’t been suspended, I’m ready, there’s an interview! There’s interview? I can Do It

I WALK INTO THE INTERVIEW ROOM

They ask questions, ones that I’ve never been asked. Yet easy ones. The interview ends. I feel good. I wait for a month to find out, a month to doubt myself, a month to keep my shit together and not panic.

IT’S THE DAY

“Happy prom day!”...(For More)


GRN: The Day I Graduated

GRN MAY, Senior Year Of College

23 years, two universities, kicked out one, one community college, four majors, countless nights of never ending tears and in two more days I’ll graduate college. I beat all the stereotypes of being raised by a single mother.

I WILL BE A FIRST GENERATION COLLEGE GRADUATE.

Before I walk, I get my locs re-twisted. Momma lends me her car. On the radio, they talk about the death of another black boy. I become frustrated and pissed. I put on a CD, Because death has become an everyday thing, and I’m tired. I keep driving.

AT THE SALON

They re-twist my hair. The smell of shea butter and lavender flows in the air. “A Long Walk” is playing on the speaker. Ladonna is twisting. Everyone talkin' bout children, Kanye West, Avalon sea salt chocolate chip cookies, and gentrification.

FEELING FLY AS FUCK...(For More)

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