1740 Slave Code from South Carolina: "All negroes and Indians, (free Indians in amity with this government, and negroes, mulattoes, and mustezoes, who are now free, excepted) mulattoes or mustezoes who are now, or shall hereafter be in this province, and all their issue and offspring... shall be and they are hereby declared to be, and remain hereafter absolute slaves."
Mahogany skin
Crisscrossed by comet streaks
And framed by a mane
Of lustrous ebony hair
Haloed out and around then
Down
Her back
Her soul shone like endless night
Eyes bright and fey even
At 104 years of age
Her mother walked the Trail of Tears
Before she was born
Bloody feet and whip-torn backs
Still proud their souls
Undefeated
All Blacks and Browns
Proud Cherokee
Creek
And Crow
Of the ancient lineage
Called Negro and enslaved
By ignorance and
Envy
Torn by hatred
And jealousy
Their land and lives coveted
By the powerful
A system of segregation was created
Those Lighter
Divorced from the Darker and
Given the inheritance of their
Blood Brothers and
Sisters
Acknowledgement of whom would result
In the most dire of
Consequences
Her family stretches
From New York to Los Angeles
The hearth of her land the
Texas Panhandle and southern Oklahoma
She witnessed the end
Of Slavery
The birth of the Klan
And the Dream of
Martin Luther
Great Grandmother Crow
Told stories of her life
By lantern light
In her shack on the hill
Red dirt and rock the jewels
Of her Nile
Horny toads and tumbleweeds
Worshipped her in silent
Homage
Goddess Anasazi
Queen Mound Builder
Mother of the Cosmos
Great Womb of Creation
The children of her fertile crescent
Traverse the modern world
Lost
To their heritage
Relegated to storied fantasy
And undocumented
History
And yet tied they remain
Through blood and bondage
Souls wounded by life
In the 21st century
Calling out to a distant continent
Ancestral home of
The human experiment
Lost to the knowledge of themselves
And numbed by the battered images
Of demonized minds
Ancestral voices sooth her
Singing songs of the soul
Recalling distant days
Flickering flame and deer-skin drums
Midnight ceremonies held secretly
Anasazi Nation of Mound Builders
Conduct the Rites of Eternity
Dark and shining skin glistening
As they dance to the
World's rhythm
Electronic beats rock the street while
Hip Hop's popping locking body drops
Bring a faint smile to her face
As her feet remember
Dances of youth lost
And tribal nights
Of Black and
Brown
Dance
Great Mother
Great Grandmother Crow
She dances
As night calls her
Beckoning with bony fingers
Death's fell gaze a rumor
Denied her life
The covenant of agelessness
Mark her progeny
Black velvet skin
Mahogany shades
Of light
And dark
Spiraling in harmonic leaps
Of Destiny
Fulfilled
WA-KANg-KANg YANg WA-ONg WE
WA-KANg-KANg YANg WA-ONg WE
MA-NYEEPI-YA
TA WA-KI-TA YE
WA-KANg-KANg YANg WA-ONg WE
MI-TA-SHYUNg-KE O-TA
YE-LO HE!
(Page 36, BURY MY HEART AT WOUNDED KNEE by Dee Brown)
May their horses remain many!
GDL
Reviewed by Dens Dreamweaver (Reader)
Reviewed on April 16, 2003
Such a beautiful piece. I envy you this. I come of Cherokee heritage but had no ancestors left to carry on the teachings. Its sometimes like a piece of me is missing.
This is such a beautiful tribute to such a wonderful soul. Am so glad I stopped in to read.
powerful portrait
of a personification
of a part of our history,
that some would
rather forget
wish i'd known her
good write
john+
Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
Reviewed on April 3, 2003
Mark...what a fantastic write..I am thinking this is your family? whether it is or not you certainly painted a wonderful picture of their beauty...when are we going to stop looking at color...there is so much beauty in your words...mahogany skin....oh I love that line...you certainly did them proud..Bravo....Floria
Exploring the impact of literary icon Flannery O'Connor's noted legacy on the cultural realities of modern-day America, the world, and a certain author.
Yankee Doodle Daddy is a historical Appalachian Family Saga. The story follows a mother's reckoning as she struggles to survive and keep her four daughters alive.
WA-KANg-KANg YANg WA-ONg WE
MA-NYEEPI-YA
TA WA-KI-TA YE
WA-KANg-KANg YANg WA-ONg WE
MI-TA-SHYUNg-KE O-TA
YE-LO HE!
(Page 36, BURY MY HEART AT WOUNDED KNEE by Dee Brown)
May their horses remain many!
GDL
This is such a beautiful tribute to such a wonderful soul. Am so glad I stopped in to read.
Blessings;
Melanie
Excellent!
Reindeer
If one forgets - the history of his ancestry - one losses his IDENTITY!
"Great Grandmother Crow" is a poem that fits the dignity of Poetry.
I have enjoyed feeding-reading to my mind and a nourishing light to my soul, throghout the lines of "Great Grandmother Crow".
I Salute the Author of "Great Grandmother Crow", Poet Mark Rockeymoore with the accolades of my heart.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
of a personification
of a part of our history,
that some would
rather forget
wish i'd known her
good write
john+