Images of u move across my mind Like Ko thi dancers Boldly elegant Much like the mahogany of ur eyes
They send me into Juvenal pirouettes
Til I fall
Dizzy
Giggling
Free in the space mere thoughts of u provide
I spread my arms wide
Awaiting ur embrace
No matter how long it takes
For the melting of our sensibilities is timeless
The swaying of our hips together is a melody
In rhyming
We are the kick, ball, chain, step
Tap, tap, tapping away
As you partner with my heart
U surround me
So complete
I need nothing more than to
Open my heart
Soul
Eyes
And see the image of
U
To know
This…
This
Is
The dance of
Love
End Point
4/14/14
I bet our ancestors are angry Angry our backs are scar less Furious that our hands have Never labor in any way like Their calloused fingertips We have no idea what cotton
Feels like pure from the ground
Under a hot Mississippi sun
At high noon
Can’t even imagine what it must have been
Like to watch my daughter be raped
By our master
Her father
I would guess the souls of those
That built what I now benefit from
Turn endlessly at the ignorance we resort to daily
Giving homage to them only in February
For 28 or 29 days
This country’s roads are paved on their graves
Haunted by their continual misfortune
The lives they were told they should be thankful for
Treated less than animals
Forced to pray to a God that didn’t even recognize them as human
Made to sing praises to a deity that demanded they give their blood
As worship or be punished
Monsters yielding
Black leather bound books
With gilded crosses
Filled with foreign markings
Inhuman teachings
Unrealistic requirements of devotion
I KNOW our ancestors cry out in rage
Every time we pick up instruments of hate
And kill one another
Over
Shoes
Jealousy
Lust
Territory
Behaving like the very ones that
Stole us in the first place
Ignorant
I bet our ancestors watch us now
Ashamed
End Point
4/10/14