I AM LYRICALLY CORRECT

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I was watching a documentary about a man who worked in a post office but in his spare time was a photographer.  This was extraordinary because he was a black man living after the reconstruction of the south.  His family was middle class and still live in Columbia, South Carolina.  The Documentary displayed the pictures he captured and I noticed no one smiled. It got me to thinking and I realized that black people did not smile in their photographs back then.. Some looked like they wanted to but they were scared.. So I wrote this:

I never saw them smile

There was a fight in their eyes

And there lips did curl upward sometimes

But I never saw them smile

Time taught them that no one wanted to witness their happiness

Their elation

This nation

Did not want to know the black man’s joy

So I never saw them smile

Old photographs of the ancestors that loved us even then

Bring tears to my eyes

For my freedom, REAL freedom, they died

I can still hear their war cries

But I’ve never seen them smile

I’m sure they looked for God

And found him in sunsets and on horizons

I know without hearing

That they laughed at their trials and tribulation some days

And smiled at their children on other days

But the camera did flash that day

And they did not smile

I’ve seen them hanging from trees

Set to flame

I’ve seen them on thrones

And playing their games

I’ve seen them mid-croon

Or relaxed for a while

But never have I ever seen my ancestors smile

So smile

Children of struggle

Brown and beautiful

Smile big

And show the world you cannot be broken

Happiness is your shield

God is your sword

Love is the key

Truly 

I say, the trees remember our fathers

And the blood of our mothers run deep

Make them proud 

Let’s compile 

Pictures of our smile…

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The sun shines on me

The water flows toward me

Fire blows smoke my way 

Because they know their mother

I am the nature of earth 

And the elements answer me

With beauty and mystery

Carries

Love on wind 

Toward horizons 

That draw the unsuspected in

And they meet me

Where water and sky collide

And dreams live…

My temporary home is beautiful 

But at I am home-sick 

And long for heaven

In no rush

But days seem so long without 

A tangible caress from God

Who loves me better than the earth

Better than Fire

Better than water

Better than the sun

See

He gave me all these things and 

Created me to be the nature of earth

The elements answer me

Because he has given me dominion

And my decisions are based upon

His wisdom

And the love of a mother in my heart so I tell them to..

Shine 

Flow

Blow smoke

Turn day to night and night to day

Walk in circles because there is always something you missed before

Yes,

The elements know their mother

I am the nature of earth….

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We were one magic and now split, we can barely move.

Soothe me with the other half of my soul.

Hold me, Yang.

Your Yin needs you. 

I inhale all your day time and aggression.

I breathe you.

You shine like suns do.

You’re mine,

I long to 

Find you again

Blend day and night again

Make life magic again

One more time

Don’t you remember baby?

We were one magic once…

Now split, we can barely move.

Let’s prove

That together we can move

Mountains

But first, 

Soothe me with the other half of my soul

Hold me Yang.

Your Yin needs you.

Needs to

Inhale your day time and aggression

To

Breathe you

To bask in your sun

Like galaxies do

Blend day and night again

Make magic life again

Make love 

Us again..

Your Yin needs her friend…

Come now, let’s mend.

Will post spoken word version soon.

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Last night

A rose traded secrets with me

She said she didn’t have much longer to live

Her days were as numbered as a million women

A million angels

A million demons, 

Yes she was, in her own words,

Both good and evil

Full of sweetness and beauty

Cursed with lust and thorns

Adorned

Church steps

And kitchen tables

The other woman’s sheets

And the wife’s “apology bouquet”

I giggled as she opened wide for me

The mystery

Of her sweetness

She said, “share this..”

“But only with the man you truly love”

I smiled knowingly

And then there grew this hope in me

Like love with wings to fly over the universes

But I then I saw her

Wilting

Her last words were a wind of rose scent and sounded like

“With your help, I am a rose that will never die”

And as she laid at my feet 

I sang a sweet 

Requiem

And vowed to live 

Like the best part of a rose’s life….

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