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Dry (enter pre-interlude)
by Mitzi Kay Jackson

Monday, March 07, 2005
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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piture by Jason Phillips
Behold the only thing greater than self-Roots
God in Self
No,they don't know me
they don't know me well~~~~~Lauryn Hill

Thou shalt not be in fear
Tears weld up
Spring fourth
And colures fall off edges of sky
All around me
“I am married to thy throne”
words dance in
my hands
and I edge them in stone
for me and my king I brave the sword
my womanhood
isn’t in question at all
my words
like the ashes will
disburse into the clouds
and rain down
on all your houses
I am in no ways tired
Rifle in hand
Cross trek the land
To bright stars
And I no dem coming
Sky case gold cross my eyes
And deep soil for me
To lay
No line separate wetness
Close to my waist
I flow spirits who
Say, “It is not my shame!”
And I let it rang loud
With pain
And anger
And hurt
And color like the color
They tried to spit it in
Falling of their lips

Accusers call out heretic
As I past
Like the tress who eyes watches God
I imitate the leaves
And die a new death
In each season
For there are causes
Some branding won’t easily go way
Duality is in everything
love and hate
Prayers rise like dresses under wind
And dirt roads
“Forgive them father for they know not what they do”
see she gave birth to hunter’s moon
full and wide clear and bright
monster’s ball process
can’t you hear em’ hyenas
howl as coyote and wolves
sense the fouls
stone gray
dark grey
cold Grey after nine days grey
and I sang da blues
over cords acoustic
mama say, “put dat der flower in yo hair child
and smile dem barrels gone
dey likes to see them whites come from out dis here
black skin”
horn blow and drown the howls
cheeks grow, feet tap
hooping and hollering out back
fingers dangling and tangling
as spirits fly, whipping up winds inside
leaving em feeling in da morning quite

in the new day….we may be able to smell
the roses
but we’ll never forget the shit that growed em
what a wonderful day
plenty of sunshine heading my way

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Reviewed by Gwendolyn Thomas Gath 11/15/2006

"Dry (enter pre-interlude"
Emotionally charged and filled with great imagery.

Thank you for sharing,
From the Heart of an Aritist Quiet Stom
Reviewed by jude forese 3/8/2005
exceptional imagery and flow ...
Reviewed by William Bonilla 3/8/2005
Powerful deep shit
a profund write

William ......Peace & Love
Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK 3/8/2005
There's Price $$$ To Pay For Everything,i.e. (Shit)zip-pa-de-do-di_

In Blink Of Your Eye You Stand Before (God) Naked (In Your Shit) Stripped Of Your $$$ Worldly Goods...

Reviewed by Nordette Adams 3/8/2005
You sure know how to send a story 'round the bend to soul flow, girl.
;-) Nordette
Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain 3/8/2005

Superlative emotive write - exceptionally penned ... loved this!!

Best to you,

Reviewed by Joel Raja Kumar J 3/8/2005
A powerful write, emotions spilling with words of wisdom.

Love from India - Joel -
Reviewed by Carole Mathys 3/8/2005
Profound write, Mizi
Reviewed by Zenith Elliott 3/8/2005
Gurl, I like how you told it is, was and will be...sheer power and strength in yur words!
Reviewed by Lynn Barry 3/8/2005
THIS ROCKS! I love the part about smelling the roses but not forgetting the shit that grew them...that is brilliant!
Reviewed by Kate Burnside 3/8/2005
Even when you are dealing with the most bone-crushing of subjects, your writes are never "Dry" and there is an eternal truth and an eternal spring that bubbles forth in spite of the epitomised hardship and pain: like poppies strew the killing fields. You wring every last drop of emotion from your subjects, Mitzi, and your flavour is fullsome. Like Anna Marie, I especially liked the line: "Prayers rise like dresses under wind And dirt roads". Duality is certainly in everything, like you say: even the most ugly of life's circumstances and situations. TY for this well-crafted piece. LOL Kate xx
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader) 3/7/2005
Sad that so many waste time on being pathetic.

Great forthright poem.
Love the way you hit, without some even realising that you have given them a knock out blow..
Reviewed by Aberjhani 3/7/2005
A true arrow of a poem shot straight from the testimony of a wise and sincere spirit. And a wonderful read on top of that.
Reviewed by Sherry Gibson 3/7/2005
Honest and up front and very powerful. I love your style and the frank straight forward way you write!

Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader) 3/7/2005
This is something else, Ms 'Z'...just as YOU are!
"Prayers rise like dresses in the wind."
Great image!
Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader) 3/7/2005
She does indeed pack a punch with her writing and the painting is excellent.
Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 3/7/2005
excellent, just solid writing, mitzi! well done! love the pic, too!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your tx. friend, karen lynn. :D
Reviewed by Handsum Hart 3/7/2005
A strong write, that packs a powerful punch.

Take care
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 3/7/2005
Profound write Mitzi!!

Love Tinka
Reviewed by Felix Perry 3/7/2005
brutally frank and honest write..
Reviewed by Mr. Ed 3/7/2005
in the new day….we may be able to smell
the roses
but we’ll never forget the shit that growed em

Truly profound, Mitzi.
Reviewed by E T Waldron 3/7/2005
Always shockingly honest and good!Well done Mitzi!


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