Post by Sekhem on Jan 24, 2008 12:18:58 GMT -5
AUNT JEMINA'S CHILD
Sept 16, 2006
Lotus Lion
said with a nasty attitude
"hey you look like Aunt Jemima with that hankerchief on"
I see a spector
a round deeply chocolate face looking at me
she quickly sucks on a ham hock bone
from a bowl of greens as she stands over a kitchen sink
not her own.
And yes she has a bright blue and yellow rag on her head.
She sees me, wipes her mouth and stands straight.
In her own land she would of worn colorful clothes
of her peoples design, learned of love,
strength and dignity from all her relations around her,
gone thru a rite of passage
and married a man dark of face much like her own.
Raised proud warriors and honorable daughters
who ate fu fu and braided their hair
and danced to the beat of drums,
the constant heart re-viving drums.
Perhaps in time ...
she would have sat and smoked pipe with the elders …..
Here, she works hard in a catch any light in a dark kind of world –
where her very skin is her mark of property.
Forced to bare any and all men
her master chooses...
regardless of her job.
Long hours, days, years and no love for her to call home.
Here she's mothered many children only to see them go,
had to let them go…..
She smiles
"Don't cry for me, my children live....
my children live and I live in them!"
If you see a smoking blue shade shimmying in your kitchen,
don't worry it is just she hanging around a familiar place
toking a smoke from tobacco her children picked
Don't worry she isn't lost -
don't you know she is the one
still serving the h'orderves and rattleling the pans,
see her apron swaying to our music
she may not know the lyrics
but still recognizes the beats
her generations keep coming threw
and we her children are still licking the spoons
from out her first pot of stew
Chains had to be on her prodigy
cause auntie don't raise no fools,
she brings out the kings and queens
only to re-run the paces,
re-take our place,
and re-learn the tools
to re- ascend and rule
again and again and again….
Yeah, I just saw her yesterday
she is the Auntie of time again as always,
to give her children love
today she smokes her degrees
and passes out corn bread love
buttered with wisdom and hugs in 50 minute chunks
you see infinite possibilities in her eyes
and remember the planet singing to you
and know you will survive and
say hey, pass me the black eyed peas
and turn up some Al Green*
cause ain’t no party like an Aunt Jemima party
Cause She is - We are
the original Rock and Roller's
and we don't stop,
and we don't stop,
and we don't stop
*yeah I like old school
Sept 16, 2006
Lotus Lion
said with a nasty attitude
"hey you look like Aunt Jemima with that hankerchief on"
I see a spector
a round deeply chocolate face looking at me
she quickly sucks on a ham hock bone
from a bowl of greens as she stands over a kitchen sink
not her own.
And yes she has a bright blue and yellow rag on her head.
She sees me, wipes her mouth and stands straight.
In her own land she would of worn colorful clothes
of her peoples design, learned of love,
strength and dignity from all her relations around her,
gone thru a rite of passage
and married a man dark of face much like her own.
Raised proud warriors and honorable daughters
who ate fu fu and braided their hair
and danced to the beat of drums,
the constant heart re-viving drums.
Perhaps in time ...
she would have sat and smoked pipe with the elders …..
Here, she works hard in a catch any light in a dark kind of world –
where her very skin is her mark of property.
Forced to bare any and all men
her master chooses...
regardless of her job.
Long hours, days, years and no love for her to call home.
Here she's mothered many children only to see them go,
had to let them go…..
She smiles
"Don't cry for me, my children live....
my children live and I live in them!"
If you see a smoking blue shade shimmying in your kitchen,
don't worry it is just she hanging around a familiar place
toking a smoke from tobacco her children picked
Don't worry she isn't lost -
don't you know she is the one
still serving the h'orderves and rattleling the pans,
see her apron swaying to our music
she may not know the lyrics
but still recognizes the beats
her generations keep coming threw
and we her children are still licking the spoons
from out her first pot of stew
Chains had to be on her prodigy
cause auntie don't raise no fools,
she brings out the kings and queens
only to re-run the paces,
re-take our place,
and re-learn the tools
to re- ascend and rule
again and again and again….
Yeah, I just saw her yesterday
she is the Auntie of time again as always,
to give her children love
today she smokes her degrees
and passes out corn bread love
buttered with wisdom and hugs in 50 minute chunks
you see infinite possibilities in her eyes
and remember the planet singing to you
and know you will survive and
say hey, pass me the black eyed peas
and turn up some Al Green*
cause ain’t no party like an Aunt Jemima party
Cause She is - We are
the original Rock and Roller's
and we don't stop,
and we don't stop,
and we don't stop
*yeah I like old school
u got me dancin...