In Crossfire, Staceyann Chin Observes and Denounces Obstacles to Loving the Self
Author: Sarah Sarai
August 9, 2020
Staceyann Chin’s poems know “how beautiful you are” and want to convince you of same. In her first full-length collection, Crossfire: A Litany for Survival, Chin, who came to fame through co-writing and performing in Def Poetry Jam on Broadway, observes and denounces obstacles and attitudes to loving the self. Throughout the collection she reasonably enough portrays herself as living in the crossfire of assumptions; confronted by people who ache to verify that an identity is all this or all that. But it’s not, per Chin’s poem “Crossfire”: “There are a hundred ways to slip between the cracks/ of our not-so-credible cultural assumptions of race and religion.”
Being a focus of cultural assumptions is Chin’s birthright. Her parents were Chinese-Jamaican and African-Jamaican; right off–three identities. She knew early on she was lesbian and in a country which wasn’t queer-friendly. She was Catholic, another pigeonhole-able self, although the “half-Chinese / lesbian/poet / who used to be Catholic now believes in dreams.” And by the way, “there’s no such thing as ‘the islands,’” a term some (travel agents? New Yorkers?) blithely use to group distinct Caribbean countries into one holiday destination.
Our ubiquitous deferral to political correctness misses the point of human complexity, as Chin writes, again in “Crossfire.” “Am I feminist /or a womanist / the student needs to know / if I do men occasionally / and primarily am I a lesbian.” As if shading little boxes on a Scantron will settle the issue once and for all. But no.
The business of dykes and dykery I tell her
is often messy
with social tensions as they are
Chin releases identity from byzantine institutionalizations of identity because: “primarily I tell her / I am concerned about young women who are raped on college campuses / in cars” and continues with a litany of violence sightings.
The poems are specific. An angelic devil in the details allows a reader to identify with Chin, even if those specifics seem a world away from the reader’s. For instance, most of us haven’t toured internationally nor have we performed at the Public Theater in Manhattan. Yet there is room to relate with her in “Feeling Unfamiliar.”
I am torn between being Black
and being supported by a white gay audience
after so many years of being exotic
I am tired of having an accent
As specific as those disarming and confessional words are to Stacyann Chin, the business of regretting the attributes that collude to define us is a universal. (Beauty attracts bad attention; brains provoke the weak; and so on.) Everyone is exotic in their own way and sometimes regrets their strengths. I don’t insist we need to identify with art, but its power is derived from resonance.
She is not cautious, not with observations, personal conviction, or assessment of tragedy.
so I have to be careful
of what I say about these young dykes
acting like getting some dick is revolutionary
like acting like a dick is revolutionary
like hating a vagina is progressive
like calling me a woman is an insult
I am so angry at you
for not seeing how that behavior apes the culture that is used
to funnel Black boys into the prison industry
I am so angry with myself
for not having the words to tell you
how beautiful you are…
As if it would all end if we all believed in ourselves, even loved ourselves. “But sorrow is merely the beaten / back of our flawed ecstasies…” (“Song of Survival”).
In “On Jumping Off Ledges,” obsession leads the poet to fantasize an “almost / lover” is with her in “a bathroom in Frisco” or as “two black girls on a ferry / from Copenhagen to Malmo” The contrast of fantasy with the reality of homophobia strengthens this paean.
I am lobbying
for whole weekends in Washington
to fuck you
relentless in Berlin
and it not be a sin in Atlanta.
Any woman writing about longing, quick sex and danger makes me happy. Crossfire made me delirious. My point is, just buy the book. Just read it. Just allow yourself to be challenged, to be in and out of love, and to be sexy as Stacyann Chinn.
Crossfire: A Litany for Survival
By Staceyann Chin
Paperback, 9781642590258, 218 pp.