Monday, August 29, 2005
Shoveling too Slow
Everyday is a challenge to keep hold of my composure as I serve as the support that holds up what seems like a whole nation's self-inflicted trauma...Never thought that I would have ever think of not succeeding in this life with the brave, fearless grin I'm known for so well. So, I guess today and tomorrow will be filled with one more surprise to grin at, and this one will leave me with something lost...My once familiar and ever missed composure. Is the wail of an African woman living in America something created by only those of her kind? Was it created by African women living in America? That is something I wondered as I laid down my apartment souless cordless and turned off my hell in tow cellular and wailed like a kidnapped African Queen watching the clearest, foulest, most vile creature snatch the seeds of her enchanting womb and the sun and sum of her heart and loins known to her soul as husband as she was forced to hand over her femininity and most sacred gifts to a monster so sickening that it's horror is known universally by all shades and hues of the human race...If you felt a chill at night, I apologize, but it was my voice chilling your black air in the face of a grinning moon. It was my voice reaching for you...my elusive sistren and brethren. It was my voice aching for some peace in my space and begging for just a little help...just a little. It was my voice shaking with fatigue from fighting this ongoing 6 year battle of being so damn strong and not letting my terror and sadness read on my moon-like grinning face...for our sake...Yours, because you have your own uphill battle to fight and I don't want to add to your life's struggle...Mine, because I can't take the incoming load of disappointment that I would risk facing if you failed me as my support and did not serve your Creator-given responsibility as my friend, my help, my family...These shoulders are knowingly weak and one more thing might break this African's back...So, I wear the mask that grins and lies, it hides my cheeks and shades my eyes, this debt I pay to human guile, with torn and bleeding hearts I smile...I share the dance that bends and flies, it drips sweat to hide the tears that fill my eyes, this back I break to white monster's poison spread over our African drum beats with trickery, with tired and unwavering limbs I fly...
# posted by The Funky Fly Fresh Goddess @ 12:26 AM 
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"It was my voice shaking with fatigue from fighting this ongoing 6 year battle of being so damn strong and not letting my terror and sadness read on my moon-like grinning face...for our sake..."
There is so much said in this statement that my emotions can't figure out which way to respond.
Beautiful....tear jerking...and pure.
There is so much said in this statement that my emotions can't figure out which way to respond.
Beautiful....tear jerking...and pure.
YOU!!!! be right flyness and i'm so glad you're on friendster and writing and sharing wisdom and becoming you-ness. hmm mama...thank you indefinitely for such beauty, " I share the dance that bends and flies, it drips sweat to hide the tears that fill my eyes, this back I break to white monster's poison spread over our African drum beats with trickery, with tired and unwavering limbs I fly..."
and thanks for helping me dance, in all kinda beautiful ways. you make me smile...
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and thanks for helping me dance, in all kinda beautiful ways. you make me smile...
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