Black Poetry : And the women sang, the children laughed!

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  1. msluciousb

    msluciousb Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    In a time when joy was an unspeakable
    blessing, blessing denied my people
    Women took their children and gathered
    in the woods...Men enjoyed fishing and
    being ,men where they stood.
    Women sang and children laughed
    gazing at the sunshine and unfenced
    in places and cool breezes threatened
    to blow the hems of pre-antebellum
    dresses, willow trees caresses, nappy
    headed lil messes.

    Strong songs, they called and responded
    clapped their hands and cried and shouted
    Children played at the edges of the same
    water that one day would serve as their
    baptismal, but no one knew that now.
    No preacher, no bible, no one could actually
    read.
    Still...
    Women sang and children laughed
    not dwelling on beatings future or beatings
    passed, no overseer, no shackles , no
    master, just folks with black shining faces
    breathing freedom like fish gasping for air
    no white folks were there. Long silences
    cause you could do anything you wanted
    to, and no one questioned you.
    And the men...protecting their women
    from 'gators and paddyrollers, felt like
    men, again!

    Dusty feet trample softly towards the compound/
    prisoncamp/plantation, the day is over...
    But still, the women sang and the children laughed
    Dr.Watts , wrote these songs or later he would
    gain the title Dr. , No one knew Dr. of what, no one
    cared..."Guide me ova, great Jehovah , hold me with
    thy powerful hand...." "I am weak but though are
    mighty guide me through this barren land..."
    And the women sang songs and the children
    laughed...they didn't know that this was their
    freedom song. Their gettin to the Promiseland/up
    north via the Underground railroad song....
    BJS(C)2002
     
  2. Rashad

    Rashad Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Hmmmmmmm...

    This is what being black is all about...smiling in the mist of struggle making us strong...I feel ya poet!!
     
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    This was nice.. and i mean really really nice.. I liked this... I got strange feeling.. we may tread those roads again... Just for a whole nother lever of freedom... We shall see.. feel.. read.. and understand more.. in the days to come...
     
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    msluciousb Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Truly scribes this is one I am PROUD of!

    I was moved to write this piece because of a scene from
    the Movie adaptation of Toni Morrison's nove "Beloved".
    When worship and fellowship was much more simple yet more meaningful that anyone could know. It set the stage for today,
    and yes Shaneak for the future...
    Thanks for reading!
    BLESSINGS ON YA HOUSE!
     
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