Black Poetry : "All Black Childrens Got Rhythm"

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  1. Hunter

    Hunter Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    [hi fam...going away for a while, so please take good care of my violin]


    There is a man with a violin
    At the train station
    Who plays his music for passers-by to hear

    On the floor next to him
    Lays his open case
    For folks to drop their money in
    For hungry souls do venture near

    But, everyone always seems so busy
    At the train station
    And I wonder
    If they ever really hear his song

    When I get off the train
    I pretend to walk fast
    But I really walk slow

    Just to listen to his music
    And feel the desperate strokes
    Of his bow

    He plays a lot of Tchaikovsky

    When his bow
    Journeys across the strings
    I re-live every melodic part
    And it moves me
    As it always does
    So I fumble for change
    In my pockets
    And pretend to talk
    On the telephone

    Anything,
    I'll do almost anything
    To share a moment in his song

    You see, he plays a lot of Tchaikovsky

    When I was nine
    I started to play the violin
    Lessons were free at school

    Then the music teacher
    Sent my Mama an envelope
    Asking for me to take
    Private lessons in her home

    Mama didn't pay Teacher money
    For the lessons
    With four children
    Teacher knew she had none
    To spare

    So I practiced twice as hard
    For my family's debt
    I played the songs of
    Humility and pride

    Although I loved
    Tchaikovsky best

    It seemed,
    The better I played
    The more my Mama would beat me
    Then the neighborhood kids would tease:

    " ALL BLACK CHILDRENS GOT RHYTHM..
    SO WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOIN' WIT'
    THAT VIOLIN?! "

    I stopped talking then
    For a long, long, time
    That's when the music
    Became my voice

    I carried my pain
    Across four strings
    And looked for healing
    With the stroke of a bow

    Teacher was very proud of me
    Thought that I would someday
    Play with the symphony

    All I wanted to do
    Was to stay
    In the practice room
    And play long enough
    For the hurt to go away

    I wanted to scream
    So I played very loud
    When I cried,
    I played a soft pianissimo

    And on those days
    When I found the courage
    To face my Mama's violent blows
    I would slowly build up to a
    Crescendo

    Then suddenly one day
    The music stopped
    Mama packed up
    And we left the city

    No free lessons at the new school
    This is what I had been told

    "ALL BLACK CHILDRENS GOT RHYTHM..
    SO WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH A VIOLIN?!"

    There's a man with a violin
    At the train station
    And if you walk slowly

    You will hear his song...


    Hunter
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  2. $$RICH$$

    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    PAIN FELT THROUGHOUT

    I HEAR THE MUSIC U PLAY OUT OF PAIN
    AS A BLACK CHILD.........YA VOLIN IS SAFELY
    IN DA ROOM BESIDE DA BED........PLAY MY DEAR
    AS I LISTEN INTENTLY AND DROP MY PASS DUE
    LINES........$$$....................BEAUTIFULLY DONE:kiss:
     
  3. Da Street So'ja

    Da Street So'ja Banned MEMBER

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    Hunter

    as a person whose enthuiasiam (i probably spelled that wrong but) was suppressed as a child i know what you speak

    man this was deep and to think we could have been a tiger woods in any profession.


    DSSNY
     
  4. alyce

    alyce Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    I've discovered one or two truths

    in this life...

    and all Black childrens may have rhythm...but ain't everybody blessed with soul....

    This is soul full, Ms. Hunter. Thank you for entrusting us with your priceless Stradivarius.

    much love

    a
     
  5. blakverb

    blakverb Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Yes...you are marvelous...talent without boundaries...I'll miss ya scribe...but, you know you got to hit a brother off every now and then with a personal joint :D

    blak
     
  6. Hunter

    Hunter Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    $RICH. DSS. Alyce, blak....

    I know this was a lengthy piece...thank-you for reading me...for feeling the rhythm of that inner child...that cries every time she hears Tchaikovsky...

    *heartstrings*
     
  7. GA_Sunshyne

    GA_Sunshyne Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Hunter....


    this piece has touched the very heart of me.

    you always share your complete soul with the
    family... & i feel blessed to experience it...
    each & every tyme. :)

    AlwaysPeace...& Love.
    SunShyne~
     
  8. Hunter

    Hunter Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    thank-you so much GA...

    I don't know how else to breathe...to write...but to share my soul
    But to....pour out my insides with verse....and make room for the others who share their souls with me. When we read each other...we spirit-touch and we walk the earth inside of moments...each one different from the first...carrying bits and pieces of each other...and together....we manifest the intricate cycles of creation....

    *re-created*

    :heart:
     
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