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Dane
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about me
I am an "Ancient Jazz priestess of Mother Africa..." a Christian Mystic, dancer, singer, writer, Performance Artist, child of Oya, prophet, poet, galli, Daughter Son of Jazz music, queer priestess of Isthar-Inanna, Isis, and Hekate, An African, Cuban, Black Native American Man Woman born to Many A Spirit Mother, A Diviner, A queer Shaman...Praise be to All Deity in All forms... Praise be to the Ancestors...
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What I am…
Thu, August 23, 2007 - 11:56 PM
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I am a priestess I am a shaman I am a woman I am a man I am a witch I am a dancer I am singer of the psalms I am a performer I am laughing I am crying I am smiling I can act My only champions have been my families My Mothers who birth me and send me forth into the world My fathers who keep their distance for fear of going blind My sisters who walk like my mothers beside me My brothers who fight at my side I do not have a husband My man has abandoned me My lov... read more
The stranger across the room
Thu, August 2, 2007 - 8:44 PM
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It has been a very long time since a man has shared my bed And so I saw you Standing there Dressed like fool in overalls and boots Bandanna swinging A prelude to something else? And I thought to myself without prudent thought Or hesitant contemplation I would like to share a bed with this man And then there is my laugh What happened to the girl who would shy away from whorish penetration? Denying unbridle desire until it burst forth against wet drea... read more
The king I have yet to meet
Thu, August 2, 2007 - 8:34 PM
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I had a dream of a man… he was my great love… he may very well prove to be…. I keep dreaming him This prince with the patterns of ecstasy placed around my waist And an embrace that lingers even when I wake I believe he hails from the east and yet I see no trace of his lineage on his tongue He speaks to me in riddles And tries to decipher my enigma And without a word he knows me And with smile placed manically on my face I know him I can not say I ha... read more
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