Whole Foods

“Whole Foods” by Nateya Taylor

It’s the 1930s 

The HOLC 

Became self proclaimed artists 

And decided to display their racism and artistry 

With cartography: redlining maps 

Defining the color of law 

With red colored lines 

That delayed and denied 

Black folks from equal access 

To neighborhoods classified

As grade A and grade B 

Colored in as blue and green 

If you had white skin you automatically got the green 

light 


But if you were Black you were barricaded by the yellow and red 

Restricted to grades C and D 

Not good enough for the best 


Skin brown as A1 steak sauce but too brown for an A1 neighborhood 

Too Black for comfortability

Does my blackness offend you? 

Reinforcing segregation secretly 

So sneakily

How these maps were kept secret from the public as if they signed an NDA


Don’t want blacks in your neighborhood but want them to play on your team in the NBA


Told to dribble and shut up 

But historically Blacks have been shut out 

Using redlining as a guide 

To racially steer home buyers 

To divide

Isolate

and

Segregate  


It’s the 21st century and now they wanna

Spin the block

Displace 

And gentrificate


Gentrify the hood 

And now the neighborhood gets a Whole Foods? 


Black folks for years couldn't get a half foods

Only had fast food 

And liquor stores 

Food insecurity and food deserts occupying every corner  


Neighborhoods once labeled as hazardous and isolated Blacks

Have moved backwards 

Moving in whites with higher tax brackets


Redlining illegalized 

Yet still visible at 100% opacity

Redlining is only one part of racism’s complex anatomy 

These red lines create barriers 

But they also create magic 

Transforming raggedy streets to perfect concrete from west to east Hampton 

Dilapidated houses turn to brand new apartments 

Corner stores turn to

Sendik’s

Pick ‘n Saves

And Whole Foods

But is Whole Foods really whole if it excludes 

Who can and cannot have access to quality food?

Started 9.7.2021 4:13pm - Abandoned 10.30.2022

“A poem is never finished, only abandoned” - Paul Valery