The fifth exquisite collection of autobiographical, historical, and verisimilar narratives from a premier poetic mind. In the Language of My Captor is a suite of poems of freedom, ownership, identity, and fear, interlocked. McCrae is creator and curator, maestro of the subtle coherence of several vantages and revelations, whether they’re those of the eponymous Black captive, of the mixed-race “adopted son” of the President of the Confederacy, or of a young, beleaguered McCrae himself. These voices belong adjacent—these vivid personae restricting one another’s movements in the interest of finer motion entire—disquieted psyches finding themselves in sync.
"Banjo Yes Asks a Journalist"
I didn't marry none of them white women Because I was a /What did you say a free black man Shit man if I had been a free black man I would have married a girl from back home
That's what you think it is Freedom you don't you you think it's Making decisions other folks won't like Listen I do a thing to piss a white man off
I'm bound to that man's will hell I'm bound to that man's pleasure He got me on a level where he doesn't even have to think And all I do is think about him
tell me when have I been free Boy write this down I'm asking when have you not had to say / Something about white folks to say Something about me