This poem reminds me a little of Evie Shockley’s “Ode to My Blackness.” But it was written long before “writing black” was common. You can read this and more in The Essential June Jordan.
What Would I Do White?
What would I do white?
What would I do clearly full
of not exactly beans nor
pearls my nose a manicure
my eyes a picture of your wall?
I would disturb the streets by
passing by so pretty kids
on stolen petty cash would look
at me like foreign
writing in the sky
I would forget my furs on any chair.
I would ignore the doormen at the knob
the social sanskrit of my life
unwilling to disclose my cosmetology,
I would forget.
Over my wine I would acquire
I would inspire big returns to equity
the equity of capital I am
accustomed to accept
like wintertime.
I would do nothing.
That would be enough.
June Jordan