Filene’s department store
near nineteen-fifty-three:
An Aunt Jemima floor
Display. Red bandanna,
apron holding white rolls
of black fat fast against
the bubbling pancakes, bowls
and bowls of pale batter.
This is what Donna sees
across the “Cookwares” floor,
and hears “Donessa?” Please,
this can not be my aunt.
Father’s long-gone sister,
nineteen-fifty-three. “Girl?”
Had they lost her, missed her?
This is not the question.
This must not be my aunt .
Jemima? Pays the rent.
Family mirrors haunt
their own reflections.
Ladders. Sisters. Nieces.
As soon a live Jemima
as a buck-eyed rhesus
monkey. Girl? Answer me.
“Ladders” Copyright © 2004 by Elizabeth Alexander. Reprinted from The Venus Hottentot, with the permission of Graywolf Press, St. Paul, Minnesota, www.graywolfpress.org.
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The Venus Hottentot (Graywolf Press, 2004)
Elizabeth Alexander was born in Harlem, New York, but grew up in Washington, DC, the daughter of former United States Secretary of the Army and Equal Employment Opportunity Commission chairman, Clifford Alexander Jr. She holds degrees from Yale, Boston University and the University of Pennsylvania, where she earned her PhD. Currently the chair of African American Studies at Yale, Alexander is a highly respected teacher and . . .
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