Love and its Absence: An Analysis on Cherríe L. Moraga

In Moraga’s “It is You, My Sister, Who Must Be Protected” excerpt, Moraga explores her relationship with her family and simultaneously her queerness. She battles against what’s expected of her as a woman, fights to provide for the women in her life she cares for, and above all hopes to receive love back in the end.

Moraga makes a point to repeat a certain phrase: “It is this queer I run from.” Foremost, she wishes to distance herself from how her father’s queerness has manifested: he has completely shut himself off from feeling in order to pass as straight. Still, he has moments where this facade breaks, such as when he was left alone in the house for once and the family “…came back to find our
home in shambles. My mother…started throwing onto the floor
boxes and boxes of cereal, seasons-old and opened, now crawling with
ants and roaches” (Moraga, pg2). His inner turmoil is forever unresolved. He has, in a way, become the heteronormative absent father, in which his neglect towards Moraga’s mother later manifests into the mother’s physical abuse (Moraga, pg3).

Additionally, Moraga feels inclined to fulfill the role as the loving “protector,” both encouraged and held back by her identity as a woman. She feels for her mother’s lack of love and appreciation; “…it takes
every muscle in me not to leave my chair, not to climb through the silence,
not to clamber toward her,” Moraga admits (Moraga, pg5). She sees herself as capable of receiving and giving love in a way that her father is no longer able to: “It is this queer I run from” comes to mind again. When she tries to have a heart to heart with him, she acknowledges that her identity as a woman unconsciously lessens the validity of her words to him. “If I were a man,” she reflects, “I could be one bastard of a sensitive guy. Since I am a woman, people—men and women alike— drink from me” (Moraga, pg7). Just like her mom, she receives the quiet violence from her father because it’s what expected from her. Moraga’s gender identity and her performance seem to constantly wage a war in her throughout her life.

This relationship with her family and identity comes back to Moraga later in life, reflected by the excerpt “The Slow Dance.” She thinks back on how her mother insists that “A real man, when he dances with you, you’ll know he’s a real man by how he holds you in the back” (Moraga, pg25). Moraga wishes to take on that role in her own, queer way, so she can guide a woman through dance like her mother wishes she could’ve had with Moraga’s father. However, she finds Elena and Susan, two women she’s observed and admired, with each other rather than with her. She reminds herself she’s “…used to being an observer…I am used to imagining what it must be like” (Moraga, pg26). Once again, she finds herself unable to experience queerness, much like her father, and must continue to grow and learn about herself to distance herself from such a fate.

The Lady and The Boy

“boy in a stolen evening gown”

This poem (pg. 7) by Saeed Jones holds a clear duality representing his identity: “the improbable lady” and “the boy wearing nothing.” The language that pertains to the lady is mysterious, powerful, and seemingly close to nature; the dress’ sequins “…sagging my saunter into overgrown grass.” The allusion to nature to me presents how the speaker’s feminine performance not only comes natural to him but makes him feels just as elusive as nature can be. The speaker’s relationship to this other man, whoever he may be, helps him keep this persona and the protection it gives him by “…(tracing) the chiffon body I’ve borrowed.” The phrasing connects back to the title in that this evening gown, this identity the speaker has carved, isn’t truly his in his eyes: it’s something that can easily be peeled back. Underneath the dress is just a boy; gone is the mysticism of the lady. The only other comparison to the boy used at the very end is “a negligee of gnats.” The delicate material of the negligee combined with the nature of gnats- annoying and clouded together, but never whole- alludes to how the speaker feels about his true identity. Behind the insurmountable lady is a vulnerable boy who isn’t sure who he is yet. The man he’s sleeping with that is undoing his dress is also undoing the protection Jones has around the boy he still is on the inside. One could think that Jones trusts this man enough to show him his vulnerability and true nature. However, the man is referred to as “sir who is no one, sir who is yet to come,” which feels like the opposite. It doesn’t really matter who the man is, but rather his role in removing the gown, becomes in of itself part of the speaker’s performance. It’s the existence of these two identities, both just as much “Saeed Jones”, that speaks to how the way we present ourselves to different people often has to do with what makes us feel safe and/or loved in that moment, from emotionally gutting experiences such as the poem narrates to the shoes you choose to wear out one night.