Black Poetry : the power of bleach

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  1. THA HOOKUPMAN

    THA HOOKUPMAN Banned MEMBER

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    Its sat morn
    I am cleaning the bathroom and I open the bottle of bleach
    Instant visions of vivian, my grandmother
    R ise with the fumes from the bottle
    Many religions believe in the redeeming, purifying value of work
    Others believe in cleanliness being next to godliness
    I don’t know quite what my grandma vivian believed
    I only know for sure that she believed in two things

    The power of Jesus
    And the power of bleach

    I think they sometimes become indistinguishable to her
    I swear I’ve walked by the open door
    and seen a flaming tongue above her head
    As she exorcises the demons of filth and soap scum
    In her four by six foot cathedral

    I can hear her mumbling prayers and evocations
    Bouncing off the newly pristine walls
    Pouring out and sanctifying the hallway

    Seeping forth from the small door
    Changing dirt into manna and filth into wine
    This has been her life’s work
    But even this had a genesis
    Her baptism into this kind of worship came in 1953
    black American women with no money have two choices
    Work in a factory or clean houses
    She chose the latter

    Too late to establish the stereotype of the black housekeeper
    But in time to affirm it
    Conversion began in the washrooms of upperclass michiganfamilies.
    There she must have been visited by the Archangel of Ajax
    The Saints of steel wool
    Or the Virgin Mary of Mistolin
    Because the families would whisper of seeing Turin like images on the towels
    Stigmata on the shower door
    Sometimes even the transfiguration in the toilet bowl

    If they went in as she was just leaving
    I know this is not what one would normally consider sacred
    But she carried on as if grime was evil incarnate
    Battled the stain rings around the drain as if foretold in the book of revelation
    Any shame and degradation that might come with this kind of work
    Had been washed away long before I ever knew her
    I knew the vivian with fingers as smooth as the porcelain she scrubbed
    Little pink slabs, made just as brittle and inflexible
    Arthritis, like the tortures of a saint
    Now, she cannot clean as she once did
    The years of crouching in tubs
    And mopping Italian marble floors have taken their toll
    On her knees and her back
    she passed on 5 years ago
    It does not really matter now
    She has paid for her passage

    At the time of her reckoning,
    Hundreds of sinks on the upper east side
    Shall testify to the cleansing she bestowed on ungrateful families
    The faucets shall gleam a path to the gates of paradise
    The very fumes shall lift her soul and clear the nasal passages of the almighty
    They say that when Saints pass away, the smell of flowers is everywhere around them but I think God may make exceptions
    And allow some to smell like Clorox...

    :heart: :heart: :heart: :heart: :heart: :heart: :heart: :heart: :heart: :heart: .i was feeling my grandma asking me to write this one....throw a L in the air if u had a grandma like this too yawl ...hookup
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    whew !!!
    now dat's some strong ......
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    I know I did Hookup, my mom was like this too. Putting pride into what is seen by some as prideless. I feel your flow poet, great write.
     
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    seriously poetic scribe, i feel you poet. keep inkin em

    Lyr1c
     
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    THA HOOKUPMAN HAS ARRIVED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
     
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    " I was feeling my grandma asking me to write this one....throw a L in the air if u had a grandma like this too yawl ...hookup "


    I can tell you received divine inspiration in writing this. Throwing up my " L " :hearthis: DROP it like its hot HOOK.

    This is something to share. It reads on point. Flowed without taxing your memory, but woke up the truth in what took place. I know my parents and grandparents slaved in hotels, and homes of white americans. When Rosa Parks and the bus boycott started. This ERA was buried and ended all together.

    If you don't know. Now you know. The whites came into the ghetto to pick up their maids. They then turned and made the system change to allow blacks to ride in the bus where they desired. See it doesn't change until you take your ( actually what they ) love away.

    Starve them of the sports if they don't change. Refuse to entertain them and play their games. Starve them of our company and they will desire it more.
     
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    Babyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!
    Babyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!
    Babyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!
    Babyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!

    My Beautiful Poetic Genius... :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry:

    You can believe my L...is so high in the air right now!

    Your grandma may not be here to put one of those
    big Grandma kisses on your forehead...

    so I will do it for her...because this is as close as
    I can get to that Immeasurably Brilliant Mind of yours...

    (((God...*sigh* I love your work and you))))

    You're so amazing... :hearts2:

    I am soooo loving this piece...:cry:
     
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    You know, this really really resonates with me cause smell is such a powerful part of memory. Certain smells (bleach being one, for my one gramma) just take me back there many many years, more than visuals can. Naimean?

    This drop is hot.
     
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