Beautiful Black Beauty,
The sun swims in your skin.
Beautiful Black Beauty,
Your smile provokes my grin.
Beautiful Black Beauty,
Oh you, my dearest kin.
Beautiful Black Beauty,
You are not a sin.
Beautiful Black Beauty,
Don't frown, lift up your chin.
Beautiful Black Beauty,
Launch your galaxies from within.
Beautiful Black Beauty
You battalion of melanin.
Beautiful Black Beauty,
Du début à la fin.
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 8:17 AM UTC
Your palms are steady, strong and soft.
Lay them down my soul's vibrant flows.
Let your hands clap to my vibrations
The braille of my biology spells out signs
In soul language
Steady, strong, soft.
Silently sound out that language -
Hold on to the memory of our vibrations
Unexplained, unintended but unbelievably indispensable;
Hold onto those vibrations;
They weren't made for language.
Steady, strong, soft -
That is the algorithm of our love.
Steady, strong, soft.
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 5:49 PM UTC
We are not the stars
We are not the future
We are not the past
We are not suture
We are not a problem.
We are not a solution.
We are not the beach
We are not the sea
We are not in reach
We are not a we
In this dim humanity -
You are just a you.
And I am just a me.
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 5:46 PM UTC
If you come as softly
As the wind within the trees
You may hear what I hear
See what sorrow sees.
If you come as lightly
As threading dew
I will take you gladly
Nor ask more of you.
You may sit beside me
Silent as a breath
Only those who stay dead
Shall remember death.
And if you come I will be silent
Nor speak harsh words to you.
I will not ask you why now.
Or how, or what you do.
We shall sit here, softly
Beneath two different years
And the rich between us
Shall drink our tears.
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 9:22 AM UTC
Some clichty folks
don't know the facts,
posin' and preenin'
and puttin' on acts,
stretchin' their backs.
They move into condos
up over the ranks,
pawn their souls
to the local banks.
Buying big cars
they can't afford,
ridin' around town
actin' bored.
If they want to learn how to live life right
they ought to study me on Saturday night.
My job at the plant
ain't the biggest bet,
but I pay my bills
and stay out of debt.
I get my hair done
for my own self's sake,
so I don't have to pick
and I don't have to rake.
Take the church money out
and head cross town
to my friend girl's house
where we plan our round.
We meet our men and go to a joint
where the music is blue
and to the point.
Folks write about me.
They just can't see
how I work all week
at the factory.
Then get spruced up
and laugh and dance
And turn away from worry
with sassy glance.
They accuse me of livin'
from day to day,
but who are they kiddin'?
So are they.
My life ain't heaven
but it sure ain't hell.
I'm not on top
but I call it swell
if I'm able to work
and get paid right
and have the luck to be Black
on a Saturday night.
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 9:16 AM UTC
Children, I come back today
To tell you a story of the long dark way
That I had to climb, that I had to know
In order that the race might live and grow.
Look at my face -- dark as the night --
Yet shining like the sun with love's true light.
I am the dark girl who crossed the red sea
Carrying in my body the seed of the free.
I am the woman who worked in the field
Bringing the cotton and the corn to yield.
I am the one who labored as a slave,
Beaten and mistreated for the work that I gave --
Children sold away from me, I'm husband sold, too.
No safety , no love, no respect was I due.
Three hundred years in the deepest South:
But God put a song and a prayer in my mouth .
God put a dream like steel in my soul.
Now, through my children, I'm reaching the goal.
Now, through my children, young and free,
I realized the blessing deed to me.
I couldn't read then. I couldn't write.
I had nothing, back there in the night.
Sometimes, the valley was filled with tears,
But I kept trudging on through the lonely years.
Sometimes, the road was hot with the sun,
But I had to keep on till my work was done:
I had to keep on! No stopping for me --
I was the seed of the coming Free.
I nourished the dream that nothing could smother
Deep in my breast -- the ***** mother.
I had only hope then , but now through you,
Dark ones of today, my dreams must come true:
All you dark children in the world out there,
Remember my sweat, my pain, my despair.
Remember my years, heavy with sorrow --
And make of those years a torch for tomorrow.
Make of my pass a road to the light
Out of the darkness, the ignorance, the night.
Lift high my banner out of the dust.
Stand like free men supporting my trust.
Believe in the right, let none push you back.
Remember the whip and the slaver's track.
Remember how the strong in struggle and strife
Still bar you the way, and deny you life --
But march ever forward, breaking down bars.
Look ever upward at the sun and the stars.
Oh, my dark children, may my dreams and my prayers
Impel you forever up the great stairs --
For I will be with you till no white brother
Dares keep down the children of the ***** Mother.
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 9:08 AM UTC