I am on a June Jordan kick lately. She was one special writer, and this is one special book. Her only novel--published in 1971--Jordan writes all 93 pages in Black English. While it takes a little while to fall into the rhythm of it (and there is a stunning, poetic, startling rhythm), there is...
She had laughed, flipping her hair with her hand the way white chicks do. All I had said was, “Sexual history? I think what we’re really talking about is HIV, oui?” Then I raised my eyebrow in the way I had been practicing in the mirror and said, “Fuck sexual history. I mean, so what if I been ce...
It's a boy. Borned at Harlem Hospital January 15, 1988. Abdul Jamal Louis Jones. That is my baby's name. Abdul mean servant of god; Jamal, I forgot; Louis for Farrakhan, of course. At school, new girl Joyce, bring me a book wif African names. I awready had known, Abdul, if it a boy. But I didn't ...