I don’t think much would change if Luke Skywalker were black.
His sister would still call herself a princess.
He’d still grow up in the ghetto of Tattoine.
His father would still abandon him at birth.
He’d learn how to shoot womp rats
He’d race in his Skyhopper before he was 13
and he’d still come home one day to see the remains of his family.
His blackness would only serve to make their deaths less of a surprise.
Obi Wan would be his uncle, despite not sharing blood.
Yoda would be his uncle, despite not sharing blood.
Han would be his brother and he’d still join the rebellion.
He’d still fight Vader, but Vader would never claim to be his dad.
He’d distance himself.
Offer empty promises in an attempt to silence his guilt.
In the prequels, Anakin would have a dad.
He could leave or he could die and his mum would lie to him.
Tell him he was born through
immaculate force conception. Let him think
that he’s the chosen one
and he’d push himself. He’d better himself
and his mum would still be murdered.
His blackness would only serve to make her death less of a surprise.
Qui-Gon would be his uncle, despite not sharing blood.
He’d share a nod with Mace Windu
every time they passed each other in the Jedi halls
and he’d still become a sith.
He’d see Palpatine as his father figure
he’d figure that’s the kind of figure he’d want to be.
And he’d kill his wife.
His blackness would only serve to make everyone else less surprised of her death.
And they could still say these stories take place a long time ago
in a galaxy far far away.
And I’d still see myself as Luke.
Rejecting any possible notion
that I could one day become my father.
The following is a found list poem of a selection of films that made more money than Ghost In The Shell during their opening week at the US Box Office (according to Box Office Mojo)
Tyler Perry’s Madea’s Witness Protection
Jack And Jill
Tyler Perry’s Meet the Browns
Cats & Dogs
The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift
TMNT (The animated one with Sarah Michelle Gellar as April O’Neil)
Tyler Perry’s Temptation: Confessions of a Marriage Counselor
Fantastic Four… THAT one
You Don’t Mess with the Zohan
Grown Ups 2
Bad Boys 2
Paul Blart Mall Cop 2
Boo! A Madea Halloween
My city never got out of its
angry teenager phase.
It keeps playing its music too loud.
Keeps walking head down, keeps smoking.
It keeps thinking that’ll make it cool.
My city will never admit it’s a drug addict.
Always denies it’s an alcoholic.
My city claims it can stop at any time.
Will always say someone else is worse than them.
My city can’t help but keep talking to that girl at bar.
Keeps confusing ‘No’ for ‘Try Harder’.
My city slurs its speech on a daily basis.
Keeps insisting its fine,
keeps trying to hide anger in its decibels.
My city keeps getting into fights.
Keeps wearing its knuckles down to the bone
keeps insisting that it doesn’t need to go see a doctor.
Keeps reminding me of its past success’ like
‘Remember that time I was the Olympics?
When I held culture in an East London frying pan
and served everyone a meal of acceptance.’
‘And remember that time when I elected a muslim mayor?
How can I be racist?’
My city is ashamed of its weakness.
Armed with two fingers ready to cover ear drums,
mouth ready to down you out with La La La’s
if you dare speak out of turn to it.
And I know my city is a dick.
But I have fallen in love with every spot on his face.
Every cracked pavement scar on his skin.
With his car stutter cough, his TFL vein
My city is far from perfect
which makes it perfect for me.