Ellis, Thomas Sayers 2006
Why the young Brothers so big, what they eatin’,
why they blow up like that, gotta wear big white tees, gotta wear white-
skin sheets, like maggots, like lard, the domestic oil of death and klan
sweat, who blew them up doctored, who pickin’ them off like dark
cotton, make them themselves a fashion of profitable, soft
muscular bales, somebody got to clean this shit up.
– Thomas Sayers Ellis, Vernacular Owl
Watch Thomas Sayers Ellis read some of his work:
You’ll need a talk, an oral walk,
Something natural and recognizable by your folk,
Something of music something of meaning,
A style capable of running-off at-the-mouth,
When Massa AmEuroBrit Lit irks you most,
A little something-something of ancestry
And the courage not to accept any award
– Thomas Sayers Ellis, “Ways to be Black in a Poem”
Broadside of Thomas Sayers Ellis’ poem, “Ways to be Black in a Poem.”
Read this interview with Thomas Sayers Ellis:
Identity Repair Poet: PW Talks with Thomas Sayers Ellis
In his second collection, Skin, Inc.: Identity Repair Poems, Ellis takes a complex, searing look at the state of black identity in America.
