"Camden, New Jersey"
Two backyards down
Our neighbor is yelling:
Get done, Johnny! Get done!
Johnny is her son.
Then she yells: Got eight, Wanita?
Had seven tomatoes,
Now I got eight!
Wanita is her girlfriend
Then it hits me
Our neighbor is a lesbian, a mother,
And just as colored as
I wonder if I'll be like her
Poking around the garden with boy's sneaks
Yelling about tomatoes
Now I got eight!
June is Gay Pride Month. This poem isn't about being a lesbian; it's about the intersection of identity: mothers, lovers, family, lovers, neighbors. It's about how we, black women see ourselves. Interestingly, I recently read an interview where writer, Jacqueline Woodson wrote she is a writer who is queer, a writer who is black, a writer who is a woman. She said she doesn't want different groups using her when it's convenient for them. She is all these things all the time.
I found myself smiling at how the narrator relates to her neighbor. She acknowledges the women are a couple and unlike many people in our society, she doesn't object to their relationship but recognizes how we are the same. I loved the identification: the speaker contemplates her own identity, a woman picking tomatoes. I'm not sure if the narrator is identifying as a lesbian. I hope I'm not missing an affirming moment. What I see is a woman who is okay with the idea of being like her neighbors. In whatever way she relates is all good in my mind.
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poem from The Black Back-Ups by Kate Rushin, Firebrand Books. 1993.