Lover's Apology
CAFE' 1
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TENDER RABBITS
"A wolf", they call me. I shake A foreleg At such meaness. But baring My teeth Gets me nowhere. Snapping won't either. My hackles Raise in protest. I want to bite. Tear flesh From unseemly Brittle Yellowed bones. "A wolf?", I howl. No. Never. Wolves come in Packs I leave Alone.
Lover's Apology
CAFE' 1
BARREN
Love has turned to dust and ash. Withered before time, Before the onslaught of old pain and Petty selfishness Roasted in a pyre or HOT anger, As brittle sticks- the Arrows of Cupid- Launched, Buried deep, In unwilling flesh- And burned away From gaping wounds; Love's Affliction, Love's Bane
Melody Cool
My Name is Melody Cool. I am a big, black woman with an attitude. An attitude born out of need, for Protection, for Correction, for Necessity. See: Where I live the streets give me pain, and heartache, and grief. Don't believe the hype. AK's and drive by's ain't the type of place to embrace the Good Life. All this strife around me, astounds me, surrounds me with defeat. My sister was beat. Again. By her man. Trying to save her child that he had defiled. Yeah, she tried to go. And he laid her low. And when she woke, she had no child no mo'. My daughter just lost her lover. Who, like her brother, my son, shot up with another, for fun. Now, she's afraid, cuz she's got AIDS, and her own babes will soon have no mother. My oldest son, found a zip-gun. And one day, blew away a classmate, thinking by mistake: "this will make me a man". Do you understand? I don't understand. And my man was shot. Dead. In the head. Walking the wrong streets home to me. Yeah, he had a job. And he worked hard, for the little pay, that they stole away that day. But it's always been this way where I live, in these streets that give me pain, and heartache, and grief. There is no relief for my people. For ALL my people born poor, born cold, born hungry. Always born hungry. hungry to know. Wanting to grow up with pride, not suicide, not taking a ride on the the "D" train to the Otherside. Yes, I AM tired. Sick and tired of the gunshots. and the crackpots. And the pot and crack that attack my kids, so they can rid themselves of feeling that "dis" is all they got. I say "STOP!" Listen up! Little ones got to get an education to refuse this situation, to reduce the elevation of the White over the Black Nation. No more violence to silence my Brothers and Sisters. Say, hey, Mister Man, can you resist your raised fist and persist on Justice? I insist on this! How many more needles do my people have to use to confuse their pain? Pain. Pain, falling like rain, to flood our blood and stain our dirty streets again and again. What do we have to do to prove we are human? Do men, do YOU men, have to die? Do men, do YOU men, have to terrify, to steal, to falsify, to feel that I, a woman, must lie down with you? Bound to you, no matter how I cry? And women, You women, WE women- do we have to be fearful? No! Be cheerful! We, can be truthfully, so much more than Wife or- Bitch, or-- Whore. We need to create a New Day. You and me, hand in hand, for all to see. It must be this way. The Kings and Queens of Africa, heads held high, arms opened wide to embrace the sky, marching next to ya' not after ya'. Laughter ta' melt away the veil of tears, the scales of fear that blind ALL our eyes. Let us rise together and weather all the bitter lies, that comprise whatever we despise in one another. Black, White, Red, Yellow, Brown, all walking down the same road, sharing the same load, changing the old mode of thinking. No more weeping in keeping our dreaming from freeing our feeling of Power, every hour! Do not cower! It's not just for me, it's not just for you, it's for we. Free... Free. Free! Say it! Don't betray it. Don't delay it. Don't back away from it. Let us do this to improve this World. Unfurl the Rainbow, with all the colors, then we'll all know we are truely Sisters and Brothers. My name is Melody Cool. I am a Caramel-Colored Earth Goddess, whose birth brought us another voice for the choice f Freedom's Rule. I am an Ivory-Skinned Southern Mother, whose discovered another way to behave outside the Old School. I am a Golden-Hued Porcelain Beauty, whose recourse to duty will unbind Womankind from the feat of The Fool. I am the Terra-Cotta First Western Daughter, whose ancestor's slaughter has led the Red People out of Ridicule. My name is Melody Cool. And I am the Woman, the Goddess, the Mother, the Beauty, the Daughter, in ALL of you.
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