Maggie
Thank you for the link. I haven't found any Black Clowns yet! I adore Langston Huges but have never read this poem...truly fits.
So I went looking for clown poetry and found this piece written by a clown that fits as well to the art pieces-
Tears and Fears
by Val “Raindrop” Worby (Clown)
No, please don’t force her, let her turn away,
You may find me funny, but she doesn’t see things quite your way.
Perhaps some other time, some other place,
She might feel able to look upon my brightly painted face.
Please don’t ridicule her very real fears,
Don’t increase the flow of your own child’s tears;
Or say those cruel things that adults often say,
In a vain attempt to drive childish fears away.
Don’t call her silly, nor make her feel in some way to blame,
For she is just one of many who feel the same.
We each of us fear something, although few admit it’s true;
Some adults fear clown faces just as some children do;
Unable to see the real face, be it that of a sinner or saint,
Fearing what may lurk behind the bright wig and the greasepaint.
Wondering if the painted smile hides some evil intent,
Are the jokes friendly overtures? – is kindness or cruelty meant?
To you the clown is just a parody of life, – an amusing sight;
But to your child I’m gruesome and she’s taken fright.
She doesn’t want to risk what her eyes might reach, if they penetrate.
The truth behind the gaudy mask that hides the real me, so let her wait
Until she is older, when her terrors may subside
And she may feel brave enough to look at this clown, and at the real me inside.
Sometimes I too have looked at a clown and known not to trust what I see,
The fear of what sometimes lurks beneath the disguise is one familiar to me.
I love most of my fellow clowns – but there are one or two
I wouldn’t care to trust in anything they say or do.
So, until that other place, that other day
Please go! Please take your child away!
Dry your tears, little friend, I won’t force myself upon you
For, you see, today you met a clown who fears the very same thing you do.