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Another Boy

On Marchesa Elena Grimaldi’s* Servant The elegant young lady strode away from her stiff pose. She glared toward the easel where Van Dyck still painted on. A break declared, the black skinned lad stepped down, quick stole a glimpse of that wet art which soon would garner fame. He thought: “This isn’t me! This is another boy! This painted lad looks older than his height would say—his face is too mature. I was a playful lad of eight when captured by the slaver’s snare. I now would be almost twelve years; I’d hunt beside my brothers there; I’d spear gazelles, baboons, and gnus. In two more years, I’d kill my lion. “That isn’t me! It is another boy! He seems content to serve all day his lady’s needs or wants. Today he shades her pale, sick skin from glorious sun shining bright. He stands a Moor with clouds of dark. She stands pure white above it all. He gazes up as if she were a goddess high. “That isn’t me, nor other boy! These aren’t my clothes, this satin robe. Those aren’t my ears! This painter has portrayed me bad: an Other—vile; a devil-boy with pointed ears. Tonight I’ll run: Run far! Run south! I’ll reach the sea—then I will swim back to my home in Africa. Tomorrow morn I’ll go to hunt for game—and for the boy that’s me.” ~ Rich Wallace

*Anton Van Dyke, 1623 National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

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