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In My Nappy Hair

TruEssence — Fri, 12 Oct 2007 14:09:19 GMT

In my hair exists energy that has been here for centuries strengthening me continuously for infinity allowing me to muster the ability to see, act and think clearly. In my nappy hair the soul of AfriKa lives which gives my spirit culture and foundation Enlightens me on the essence of creation Brings me education and elevation of the truth of my beloved Black Nation In my nappy hair are Afrikan songs that make me STRONG that tells me who I am and where I belong. In my nappy hair There is positivity in a large scale capacity traveling at high velocities possessing infinite possibilities of peace, progression and prosperity. In my nappy hair is powerfully refined protein packed with profound principle which makes me an invicible Queen. In my nappy hair Knowledge, wisdom and insight have been twisted together to loc forming forces of passion and fire My nappy hair is natural magical spiritual original ESSENTIAL In my nappy hair. Lipati-

TO THE DIASPORA

TruEssence — Fri, 05 Oct 2007 13:29:23 GMT

you did not know you were Afrika When you set out for Afrika you did not know you were going. Because you did not know you were Afrika. You did not know the Black continent that had to be reached was you. I could not have told you then that some sun would come, somewhere over the road, would come evoking the diamonds of you, the Black continent- somewhere over the road. You would not have believed my mouth. When I told you, meeting you somewhere close to the heat and youth of the road, liking my loyalty, liking belief, you smiled and you thanked me but very little believed me. Here is some sun. Some. Now off into the places rough to reach. Though dry, though drowsy, all unwillingly a-wobble, into the dissonant and dangerous crescendo. Your work, that was done, to be done to be done to be done. -Gwendolyn Brooks That is the Liberian Flag in that art piece. My husband is from Liberia. Liberia was founded by free slaves who decided to return back to Africa.

Truth

TruEssence — Tue, 02 Oct 2007 12:06:17 GMT

I am a Sacred Woman full of love and grace. I am a Sacred Woman pure in state. I am a Sacred Woman spreading healing across the land. I am a Sacred Woman radiant an bright. I am a Sacred Woman bringing forth the light. I am a Sacred Woman moved only in the Spirit. I am a Sacred Woaman standing tall and strong. I am a Sacred Woman healthy, wealthly, and all-wise. I am a Sacred Woman empowered with freedom and harmony. I am a Sacred working skillfully with Nature’s four elements, calling, air, fire, water. Taken from Sacred Woman by: Queen Afua (One of my favorite books)

Dancing

TruEssence — Mon, 01 Oct 2007 13:04:31 GMT

i dreamt i was tangoing with you, you held me so close we were like the singing coming of the drums you made me squeeze muscles lean back on the sound of corpuscles sliding in blood. i heard my thighs singing. -Sonia Sanchez

Black Woman

TruEssence — Sun, 30 Sep 2007 22:21:34 GMT

I am a black woman the music of my song some sweet arpeggio of tears is written in a minor key and I can be heard humming in the night Can be heard humming in the night I saw my mate leap screaming to the sea and I/with these hands/cupped the lifebreath from my issue in the canebrake I lost Nat's swinging body in a rain of tears and heard my son scream all the way from Anzio for Peace he never knew....I learned Da Nang and Pork Chop Hill in anguish Now my nostrils know the gas and these trigger tire/d fingers seek the softness in my warrior's beard I am a black woman tall as a cypress strong beyond all definition still defying place and time and circumstance assailed impervious indestructible Look on me and be renewed Title of the poem "I am a Black Woman"- Mari Evans The end of this piece is my motto! It resonates with me!:)

Ego Tripping

TruEssence — Sat, 29 Sep 2007 11:01:58 GMT

Ego Tripping (there may be a reason why) I was born in the congo I walked to the fertile crescent and built the sphinx I designed a pyramid so tough that a star that only glows every one hundred years falls into the center giving divine perfect light I am bad I sat on the throne drinking nectar with allah I got hot and sent an ice age to europe to cool my thirst My oldest daughter is nefertiti the tears from my birth pains created the nile I am a beautiful woman I gazed on the forest and burned out the sahara desert with a packet of goat's meat and a change of clothes I crossed it in two hours I am a gazelle so swift so swift you can't catch me For a birthday present when he was three I gave my son hannibal an elephant He gave me rome for mother's day My strength flows ever on My son noah built new/ark and I stood proudly at the helm as we sailed on a soft summer day I turned myself into myself and was jesus men intone my loving name All praises All praises I am the one who would save I sowed diamonds in my back yard My bowels deliver uranium the filings from my fingernails are semi-precious jewels On a trip north I caught a cold and blew My nose giving oil to the arab world I am so hip even my errors are correct I sailed west to reach east and had to round off the earth as I went The hair from my head thinned and gold was laid across three continents I am so perfect so divine so ethereal so surreal I cannot be comprehended except by my permission I mean...I...can fly like a bird in the sky... Nikki Giovanni

Africa

TruEssence — Fri, 28 Sep 2007 12:15:07 GMT

Thus she had lain sugercane sweet deserts her hair golden her feet mountains her breasts two Niles her tears. Thus she has lain Black through the years. Over the white seas rime white and cold brigands ungentled icicle bold took her young daughters sold her strong sons churched her with Jesus bled her with guns. Thus she has lain. Now she is rising remember her pain remember the losses her screams loud and vain remember her riches her history slain now she is striding although she has lain. -Maya Angelou