Black Poetry : Bunani Dancing

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  1. Moses the Poet

    Moses the Poet Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    carrier of dreams
    lashed into your spine
    your bones' griot speaks the relevance
    of shackled feet and wrists
    shackled hearts and shackled memories
    that once filled festering bellies of parasitic slave-ships.
    destiny has kissed wings to awakening
    from the branches of your scars.
    you have tasted handwriting
    in the prophetic ashes
    of urban terrain.
    felt in your bones
    fresh chains
    spilling ancient from the hopelesness
    of others' famished eyes.

    your eyes are the glass
    behind which
    your dancer
    scatters seed with each heart-stopping pirouette
    stomps seed into concrete
    of choked black beautiful minds'

    the drum is in your feet.
    it was not chained to a rock
    tossed overboard the Amistad,
    and devoured by sharks.
    it did not perish in the cottonfield
    from exhaustion
    or bleed to death in Jamaican canebreaks.
    the drum's neck was too wide
    to fit a lyncher's noose.


    It's genitals could incinerate
    a foolish blade in the
    TUM-TA-TA-TUM-TUM
    TA-TUM-TA-TUM-TAAAA.
    bombs could not
    penetrate it's skin in Tulsa or
    extinguish the Florida rose in it's wood
    with whitewashed rape accusations..
    it would not be contained by
    tissue paper wall of jail cells
    or buried alive in the sepulchral darkness
    of a Parchman hole.

    it was not silenced by a hail of bullets
    on a hotel balcony deathbed.
    it did not die riddled with hatred
    on a Harlem ballroom floor
    or 3 a.m. apartment
    on the south side of Chicago
    like martyred moonless leopards.
    it's doctrine is flame retardant
    and would not be devoured by
    ravenous infernos of gasoline drowned churches.

    it would not meet it's demise in
    starvation reddened skin
    stretched taut across hollowed canyon bellies
    of dead sudanese babies
    and would not be infected by a
    genocidal germ thriving for the theft
    of black heartbeats from womb of
    black mother-soil.

    this drum
    is
    was
    and shall BE.
    the drum is in your toes
    it is the talking-drum clock in your chest
    the supercharged engine beneath your locs
    the genius that blooms rivers from your hands
    the quiet lightning of your words.
    the stolen breath of your hips
    swaying dark, thick, defiant and beautiful
    cradling your vessel of our continuance.
    you dance
    and my feet are arrested by your soul beat!
    TUM-TA-TA-TUM-TUM
    TA-TUM-TA-TUM-TAAAA
    TUM-TA-TA-TUM-TUM
    TA-TUM-TA-TUM-TAAAA


    (C) Copyright 2002 by Andrew Bryan Carson
    All Rights Reserved
     
  2. shaz

    shaz Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    I am simply estatic (if that is how you spell it)
    that i am the first one to respond to this poetic history lesson in dignity and inherent fortitude
    Amen simply awsome
     
  3. Moses the Poet

    Moses the Poet Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    shaz

    Peace to you, shaz.
    I'm glad you replied too. Your positive words made me feel good.

    A young sista that I know told me of a program that she had started in her home town where nice clothing would be provided for lower income sistas to wear to job interviews.

    Whereas any of us could choose to live our lives and are not legally obligated to help anyone, here is a sista who accepted a Holy charge..... and this poem was written in her honor.....

    Thanks for your eyes!

    Andrew
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    dis was power of a poet pen ...........loved dis here
    the way u scribe make one get lost inside ya flow
    nice piece .....lesson learned .
    Tyght
     
  5. Moses the Poet

    Moses the Poet Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Hey! Thanks Chi-town,
    I appreciate the eyes and the positive vibes.... like the song says,
    "Remember to remember to never forget."

    your brother,

    Andrew
     
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    skrybe7 Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    So much to say, and this piece said so much!
    Very well done, sir.
    peace to ya!
     
  7. Moses the Poet

    Moses the Poet Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Peace back at ya, friend.... jus' paying tribute.
    Appreciated! :)

    Jah Bless

    Andrew
     
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    skrybe7 Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    You are very welcome my fresh friend.
    God bless.
     
  9. LyrikalShe

    LyrikalShe Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    I am so blessed to have such a talented friend and mentor! This one reads as powerful as it sounds. I know the program of which you speak. It's the Dress For Success program. I'm organzing a closet drive myself for Wachovia. She's a lucky girl. Say on, you.

    Serenity...
    Brandi
     
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    outstanding piece keep it real as we should always do
     
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