I will get in trouble for this poem...
but sometimes I have to breathe just for me
sing just for me
and ignore the fire- news from all my sister-girls' battlefields
be beautiful, be intelligent just for me..
Lord, I know there is a debt to be honored
but today a butterfly trembled along the
edge of my finger
and I took a breath...
and the world did not fall down...
I should be on my knees
praying til angels' wings are broken
from the exhaustion of carrying my messages...
and I do I will I shall
like every other woman in this world
breath mother, daughter, love
accept the blessing
let a butterfly tremble along the edge of your finger
the children will be fed
work get done, your loves
it will be done
because it has always been done
you know this...
do I wear just a rag around my head like the
sister in the fields who can't keep the heat from cooking her brain otherwise
keepin' it wet with dipper water and sweat til the boss man hollers time to quit?....
do I wear my hat heavy like my heart is sometime?
or light and balanced as my faith...
Nutmeg sips champagne 'cross town
chitlins and collards for pretty brown
business girl true ebony
just layin' it down
gold mellow, burnt cedar, beige copper....
light the incense, sing the praise, kneel in silence all your days
Bible, Koran, Talmud learn
God takes His tithe in time and tears
our hearts will break
but our faith will burn....
still judging just off what you see?
look, you do you and I'll do me
we can't be labelled that easily
my sisters, we just be
from...FOR....(I'll let ya know)
I was born to this
born to spin words round the tips of my fingers
til your circulation stops
and rejuvenates itself int 24-7 heartaches that only serve to
clear your head
I was born from pure hope and golden dreams that beggar
any maharajah's imagination
and if I cannot be heard it's only because
the wind in your heart
does not lie at my beck and call
(but it will)
I am the god-daughter of a field holler and the purity of notes
even Mahalia could only dream of ...
all that you see, all that I say
is not just what has brought me to this point in my life
brought me to you
it is how I have survived til now
it is rough-edged, sometimes
shrill, not beautiful
it is not that I can’t help it
I don’t know if I should
I have no frame of reference for
te amo, te adoro
Love, I am asking for patience
knowing that I have no right
I am asking for time
knowing that there may not be any left for us
I am asking you to hold faith in the way our eyes sing
our bodies ache
our souls embrace and dance like lovers in the square at midnight
fused together til even a drop of moonlight
cannot fall between