Saturday, May 30, 2020

Sonia Sanchez


Haiku and Tanka for Harriet Tubman


Picture a woman
riding thunder on
the legs of slavery    ...    


2

Picture her kissing
our spines saying no to
the eyes of slavery    ...    


3

Picture her rotating
the earth into a shape
of lives becoming    ...    


4

Picture her leaning
into the eyes of our
birth clouds    ...    


5

Picture this woman
saying no to the constant
yes of slavery    ...    


6

Picture a woman
jumping rivers her
legs inhaling moons    ...    


7

Picture her ripe
with seasons of
legs    ...   running    ...    


8

Picture her tasting
the secret corners
of woods    ...   


9

Picture her saying:
You have within you the strength,
the patience, and the passion
to reach for the stars,
to change the world    ...    


10

Imagine her words:
Every great dream begins
with a dreamer    ...    


11

Imagine her saying:
I freed a thousand slaves,
could have freed
a thousand more if they
only knew they were slaves    ...    


12

Imagine her humming:
How many days we got
fore we taste freedom    ...    


13

Imagine a woman
asking: How many workers
for this freedom quilt    ...    


14

Picture her saying:
A live runaway could do
great harm by going back
but a dead runaway
could tell no secrets    ...    


15

Picture the daylight
bringing her to woods
full of birth moons    ...    


16

Picture John Brown
shaking her hands three times saying:
General Tubman. General Tubman. General Tubman.


17

Picture her words:
There’s two things I got a
right to: death or liberty    ...    


18

Picture her saying no
to a play called Uncle Tom’s Cabin:
I am the real thing    ...    


19

Picture a Black woman:
could not read or write
trailing freedom refrains    ...    


20

Picture her face
turning southward walking
down a Southern road    ...    


21

Picture this woman
freedom bound    ...    tasting a
people’s preserved breath    ...    


22

Picture this woman
of royalty    ...    wearing a crown
of morning air    ...    


23

Picture her walking,
running, reviving
a country’s breath    ...    


24

Picture black voices
leaving behind
lost tongues   ...

Audre Lorde

But What Can You Teach My Daughter

What do you mean
no no no no
you don’t have the right
to know
how often
have we built each other
as shelters
against the cold
and even my daughter knows
what you know
can hurt you
she says her nos
and it hurts
she says
when she talks of liberation
she means freedom
from that pain
she knows
what you know
can hurt
but what you do 
not know
can kill.

Audre Lorde

Who Said It Was Simple

There are so many roots to the tree of anger
that sometimes the branches shatter
before they bear.

Sitting in Nedicks
the women rally before they march
discussing the problematic girls
they hire to make them free.
An almost white counterman passes
a waiting brother to serve them first
and the ladies neither notice nor reject
the slighter pleasures of their slavery.
But I who am bound by my mirror
as well as my bed
see causes in colour
as well as ***

and sit here wondering
which me will survive
all these liberations.

Monday, May 11, 2020

Lucille Clifton


homage to my hips


these hips are big hips
they need space to
move around in.
they don't fit into little
petty places. these hips
are free hips.
they don't like to be held back.
these hips have never been enslaved,   
they go where they want to go
they do what they want to do.
these hips are mighty hips.
these hips are magic hips.
i have known them
to put a spell on a man and
spin him like a top!

Lucille Clifton

blessing the boats

 (at St. Mary's)
may the tide
that is entering even now
the lip of our understanding
carry you out
beyond the face of fear
may you kiss
the wind then turn from it
certain that it will
love your back     may you
open your eyes to water
water waving forever
and may you in your innocence
sail through this to that