It is our first date
He is the color of skinned apples
Or clean teeth
I keep hoping my hair still looks cute
And my dress fits just right
We are walking
With no target in mind
Up the block
A woman the color of palms
Or cream cheese
is tying the shoes of her toddler
the color of snow
Or pearls
We are talking about our favorite parks in our respective hometowns
My date catches sight of the little boy and his mom
The excitement on his face is palpable
I love kids!
I want 3 boys and I can’t wait
What about you?
I keep hoping my hair still looks cute
and my dress fits just right
I tell him, I’m not sure how I feel about having kids
Not sure I know how to deal with knowing my body produces boys
the color of bark
Or injustice
I am the color of the night around us
Or a funeral dress
He is silent
We are walking
I guess he forgot
He is the color of skinned apples
Or safety
Danni Green is a two time participant in the National College Poetry Slam (CUPSI). The Brooklyn native is passionate about racial and class equity, the written word, and laughing every day. She is currently in her last year at Lewis & Clark College and awaiting a better world for all of us.
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