The Vanderbilt Project on Unity & American Democracy’s 2023 Poetry Contest
Second Place
By TaKya Hughes, East Tennessee State University
Her eyelids were a lovely yellow-green,
and her lips a perfectly puckered nude
when Lizzo carefully lifted President Madison’s flute,
and changed America’s mood—
She dazzled me, at home, in her dazzling leotard,
the sequins gleaming seamlessly under the relentless bombard
of the relentlessly bright lights aimed directly at the stage—all the cameras in DC,
the entire world’s stage had the pleasure of watching
She, both black and a woman, playing the state’s crystal flute,
which was owned by a man who owned countless slaves that were never en route
to freedom from ownership or Canadian skies or bottomless oceans
that protected the cries of thousands of others like them ready to seize
freedom by the horns in the only way that would ease their dignity and pride
under the threat of slavery and subjugation, choosing their dangerous sort of bravery
instead of the cruelty of the freedom nation. Lizzo’s eyelids
were a lovely yellow-green, and her lips a perfectly puckered nude
when she carefully lifted a founding father’s flute
and changed America’s mood—
For better or worse, I didn’t really care. I was just happy to watch her play it,
her fingers fluttering delicately across precious crystal glassware.
She was stunning, a personified statement about the injustices we’ve overcome,
but I couldn’t deny for a second that I enjoyed this part of the battle won
With James Madison rolling in his grave at a black woman with the audacity
to take his old crystal flute and play it, with her freedom-found tenacity.