06 November 2010

When The Rainbow Wasn't Enough

Dark phrases of womanhood
of never having been a girl
half-notes scattered
without rhythm/ no tune
distraught laughter falling
over a black girl's shoulder
it's funny/ it's hysterical
the melody-less-ness of her dance
don't tell nobody don't tell a soul
she's dancing on beer cans & shingles

This must be the spook house
another song with no singers
lyrics/no voices
and interrupted solos
unseen performances

Are we ghouls?
children of horror?
the joke?

Don't tell nobody don't tell a soul
Are we animals? Have we gone crazy?

I can't hear anything
but maddening screams
and the soft strains of death
and you promised me
you promised me...
sing a black girl's song
bring her out
to know herself
to know you
but sing her rhythms
caring/struggle/hard times

Sing her song of life
she's been dead so long
closed in silence so long
she doesn't know the sound
of her own voice
her infinite beauty
she's half-notes scattered
without rhythm/no tune
sing her sighs
sing the song of her possibilities
sing a righteous gospel
the making of a melody
let her be born
let her be born 
and handled warmly.

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