From "Chronicles of a Comic Mulatta: an oreo/choreopoem"
by Josslyn Luckett
(Note: One night in Swaziland my young bus sis, Tana, who is doing important work on people of mixed race ancestry in South Africa, told me she experiences the question, "What are you?" as an act of violence. Over the next few days I reflected on how after 40+ years of being asked the question myself, I'd be a worthless pile of bloody pulp if I experienced the question in the same way. It made me think back to this one woman show I wrote in my 20's when I started playing with the idea of the comic vs tragic mulatta...so by the time we got to Ginsberg I called up the first monologue from the show at the Biko Center and dedicated it to Tana.)
Chronicles of a Comic Mulatta: an oreo/choreopoem by Josslyn Luckett
i get this pain sometimes right over my eye right here like this "why" in my head is not gettin' addressed so it presses real hard saying "see" both in the colloquial "see" and the standard see like a request, or maybe really a command saying girl you got to see things for what they really are not tragic not ideal just one real brown beaming shade of truth that is you and your eye twitchin' self tryin' a make sense outta mad mad circumstances-- circumstantial evidence like the cross colors of my kin, the light shade of my skin might lead you to lay that TRAGIC MULATTA legacy right on down to me down to this high achieving high yellow negro historians would have you know that all of that civil rights era co -mingling is still having a devastating effect on a bastard generation of high yellow half breeds yellow half breeds yellow hello hi welcome to the oreochoreo show and you might think this is a freak show seeing as some of you might see me as some kind of freaky- tongue-and-cheeky- category-less-can't-check-one-no-nation-having-hybrid but this oreochoreopoem is coming at you straight from one particular colored girl, refusing to consider suicide why should I? leave the tragedies to william shak the comic mulatta is about to attack that's right comedy you know in the quote "classic" style mistaken identities contradictions, songs happy ever afters and so on but this comedy is also black take a whack at that or maybe really brown see, i'm bringing a whole new genre through town brown comedy which includes blues yes brown sugar blues dancing better than jagger ever dreamed of how come? stories alone just my stories alone me often alone often not having too many familiar type comrades in this particular type struggle not a father or a mother who share my particular chromosome chorus of black and white unlike creoles or puerto ricans where the legacy of brown is passed down mine just popped outta a simple social workin state-a-maine born girl and a super serious southern mississippi born boy after they came home from a dylan concert in honolulu "all i really wanna dooooo" summer 1969 which was well-- hell of a summer if you recall with woodstock and whitey on the moon and all...