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     Chrishayden "Cyniquian" Level Poster Username: Chrishayden Post Number: 242 Registered: 03-2004 Rating: N/A |
Love Song to Miz Georgia Part I She was born To bring Love To the ghetto Beautiful beautiful brown-eyed baby girl Fat n Fine born High on the Hog born Steppin in High cotton born Born to run on Born to raise hell if necessary Born a burst of gold glory leaped from River city streets Black born African in America born Born in roarin Twenties Time Boogiein and joogiein in Charleston in Black bottom Time Born to bring Love to the ghetto Beautiful beautiful brown-eyed bouncing baby girl is a gift from Gawd Almighty they say Bundle of blessins chile rockabye Born with the features face and form of Black Mama Lucy Mother of All With the poetry and soul of Alice Dunbar Nelson The brass of Bessie Coleman The connaisance of Zora Neale Hurston The Beauty and sass of Josephine Baker The gravitas of Bessie Smith And the power power wonderworkin power of Madame CJ Walker in her hands From royal blood of Yoruba obas and queens sprang From Asante sana people sprang A baby fated for this griot to praise her name Captain Mister was her daddy 7th son of a 7th son Tall dark and strong as an oak Lightnin in his eyes Fire in his heart a book for brains steel springs in his arms Molten lava in his loins steady on his big black feet With the courage and strength of John Henry The hair trigger temperament of bad man Stackolee The earth shakin stomp of Big Sixteen The dignity of Fredrick Douglass The thirst for Freedom of Nat Turner The power power wonderworkin power of Shango Ogun and Legba in his black hands He was a hero of the Great War Never feared to love his wife and woman faithfully and dearly Miz Queen She was Miz Georgia’s mother Tall dark strong and serene and an elm tree Lightnin in her eyes, Fire in her heart a book for brains steel springs in her arms Molten lava in her loins steady steady steady on her black feet With the poetry and soul of Phyllis Wheatley The brass of Harriet Tubman The Conaissance of Marie Leveau The beauty n sass of Erzuli The gravitas of Nefertiri The power power wonderworkin power of Yemoja, Oya and Oshun in her black hands The blood of Yoruba Kings and Queens was in they blood They was tough, spiritual magical brilliant long sufferin adamantine musical triumphant barnstormin brawlin goodlovin people Kind and respectful but not down wit no mess Pillars of their black community Bronze salt of the earth They’d already had five children Mr. Mann, Miz Princess, Mr. King, Miz Duchess, Mr. Prince was they names Skin tones ranged from near china white to the dark of rich lil Egyptian clay Miz Georgia was youngest and last She was born in the home The custom in them days In a house of blood red St. Looie brick that stood at Taylor and Cottage In the Mighty Mighty Ville A two-story structure square, even broad sturdy thick-walled tight mortared Neat wood trim painted blinding white Barbered green lawns front and back Orange daylilies and red and white roses long walls walk and fence A home bought and maintained by the honest sweat and effort of Miz Queen and Captain Mister Like a black diamond in the middle of the Black Metropolis is glowed All great and small was welcome there and each chile had his or her own room Miz Georgia’s conception was an epic of all night copulation A sweet bed shakin session of skyrockets in flight sweat screams shouts tender words and caresses Copasetic soft tones golden glow sighs floated down like doves from heaven O this child will be special sighed Miz Queen right den and dere And all the time she carried her there were signs Nine months of meteors, comets, shooting stars, talking dogs cats and birds The Mississippi ran backward bad men stayed home and good men did wrong The dead rose peoples was healed and demons was cast out The night of her nativity was a doozy The bed the floor the very earth reeled and bucked like a Missouri Mule Boogied and joogied in Charleston in Black Bottom time Peoples miles and miles around fell on they knees and went to prayin The moon and stars refused to shine Poor Captain Mister bout wore a hole in the rug walkin to and fro His poor heart clicked and tapped like Bojangles heels Then all was still and the baby was born gentle as a flower opening and bloomin And she cried the loudest highest high C in the key of life jazzin the jess grew Bouncin on the Timeless Wall of Great Black noise and it echoed from bandstands and victrolas and radios for years Lawdy! Lawdy Miz Georgia the midwives hollered and declaimed Thass it. I thank ya Ladies said Miz Queen Miz Georgia gonna be her name Then she rocked the l’il baby girl and sighed Hush Beautiful l’il brown baby Close your eyes Hush Rock a bye Copyright 2004 Chris Hayden | ||
| Watastar Newbie Poster Username: Watastar Post Number: 10 Registered: 07-2004 Rating: N/A |
Right on Brotha, right ON! Where is Part Two? Plus how have you been, Chris? It is good to 'see' you. |
