*inspired by Walter Jones "Confined to Life"
~~sing sing and rize
dance dream and rize
cry fall and rise
scream sing and dream
dance fold and rise
pray laugh and sing sing and rize
free will honey~~~~
sentencing begins
and i am pushed and pulled from all i know
and i shall rize
sentencing begins
you golden child
you with Africa on her skin
Haiti on her breath
and America dripping from her forehead and behind
but i'm the joke!!! you know i'm the one who use to skip school wit my friends running from hands......sssshhhhh
sentencing begins
i am pushed and pulled from all i know
and i shall rize
never knew her worth till
legs wrapped around her
screaming "stay with me"
beauty lies upon her like
the shine of a nu caddy
with twenties
but i am a joke!!!!i was the one skipping school wit my friends running from hands cause people is dirty so i got me a killa whos branding i wore like tattoos cause that is love and and i ride cause jobs give me headaches cause people is dirty and they think i'm dirty ain't nuthing golden bout street corners that light up at night or nasty houses that transport the mutherf***en dead see see you got it all wrong again!!! children raised on the dead and lonely where we all sleep in brick mazes funded by government (powered) milk cheese and peanut butter and i don't no shit about Africa or Haiti but they poor black and dying like me!!! i'll rise but i got ta get twisted first you dig!!! twist me some green and rise from the Buda in between the smoke baby!!! golden don't know nuthing bout golden
you are golden child
you with Africa on her skin
Haiti on her breath and God in her lungs
you who are woman
everything all and all
comes forth
you who are
triple blackness
rize
you will stand on thrones where kings sit
everything all and all you need
is birthed inside of you
rize
wood cracking like lighting bolts hitting trees
your sentence is life child
free will honey
free will
A nation can rise no higher than it's woman.....i heard it said i i i heard it said
A brilliant rendering of the schism that comes from observing one reality about oneself while actually experiencing another very different reality created by socioeconomic and historical circustances. Just about the way LIFE is for true.
A touch of perfection, so real I can taste the words, reality in vision, a nation growing, living and being, cost, and honor, a reporter, talking reminding, I hear, I pray they do.....Walt
Stunning, fantastic, realistic and I love it, you blend the poetry of the Gods with the language of the day and it comes out at the best stage of creativity. well done Mitzi as always.
fee
Reviewed by Stan Grimes (Reader)
Reviewed on February 19, 2007
Mitzi, this was powerful...took my breath away. I liked its structure and its heart. Damn good write.
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Ron
The imagery you use--! A strong, proud, Black voice roars a powerful message in stunning lines--
Africa on her skin
Haiti on her breath
and America dripping from her forehead and behind <--brilliant: reflects slavery, perhaps?
And the rest of the poem just undoes me--Your best yet: Take a bow, saving this one, GORGEOUS!!!!!!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Love Tinka
Always stay proud Mitzi..
Regis
fee
Thanks
Stan