new babies cryin, beautiful
black thighs and, the
arch in her back
and, nappy hair and, she
singin cryin laughin fightin,
bein strong and, she's real and, loud
and, still and, silently weepin for
her pops and, her brothas, her
girls and, chillins. cause the
world don't understand that
she's the real descendant of
the worlds jewel and, she carrien
the burdon and, the blame and,
the lonely tears cause she
raised the black man and, won't
allow him to be himself and, be a real
man and, raise his chillin.
Now I'm foolin. See a black woman,
thank God and, yo mama and, honor her cause she's still smilin.
Can't remember having conditions on how much love I could give to you.
Don't know what it feels like to not understand you, or forgive you.
I Love you and every thing that is you.
Feeling your moods.
Knowing your laughter a mile away.
You are a rare jewel, a perfect pearl.
As far back as I can remember, you have been an inspiration to me.
It was you who told me I could have anything, be what ever my mind could dream.
Makes perfect sense to me. You are my sister. You told me to love like I never been hurt, and dance like no one is watching. I love you sis
It will inebriate your soul while lifting your spirit.
It does all of these things to me.
The songs, all of them from the sorrows and joys of my being, comfort me. Reassures me that I am alive.
That I'm here in this place growing and knowing myself.
I thank God for my life. For each breath I take.
Laughter and, for pain that reminds me to make changes.
Remember the root, stem, leaf, flower, fruit ripening and, the juice from it.
What I rejoice in.
The growing and, the fruit produced.
The cycle of making seed for new growth
I wanna wear your shoes,
I wanna take your licks.
I wanna cry sometimes at night, because I'm afraid.
I'll even be confused, if that's what it takes.
Let me keep your secrets, let me carry your pain.
Let me have your migraine.
Let me be the one who can't sleep at night, and all day can't stay awake.
Let me be the one who worries until my stomach aches.
I wanna be the one who struggles to concentrate
Everything; dispare, abandonment, fear, sadness, self hate.
I wish, I wish, I wish I could say to you,
"Sit sown, take a load off, It's my turn. Now you take a break". You see I been around for a while now and, mostly I meant it when I smiled. I've had my ups and downs and, I've made it this far. I survived adolesence, teens, school, parents (whew!), the army, marriage, infants, day care.
No matter if they're two sizes too small, too big, or just right.
If they're ran over to one side, holey, dirty, out of style, or soaking wet.
Take them off. Give them to me. Let me walk in your steps.
Promise me a few things. You won't give up, you'll keep praying, you'll protect and watch over me.
Am I emotional?
Does the ocean have water?
Does the water spill over?
The sun does have flames that eject from its surface.
However none have succeded to get from that place to this place.
My planet does have storms.
All sizes, all forms.
Radiating from the centers of my continents, to where my water meets my shores.
Like the edges of my atmospere, effevescent.
Like the molten metal of my core.
I am what I am, having what I have.
Am I emotional?
No, my reality has no soul.
I fell. I tripped.
I always had knots on my big head, scrapes on my palms and bruised knees.
But, it didn't keep me from walking or even running.
Eventually I learned not to fall.
