Friday, December 6, 2013

A poem a day for 2013 - day 339 - Called to carry

I know what it is like to feel a baby kick inside the womb
To be unwed and unknown
I thank God for the rainbow the day my son was born

Our blessed mothers
Our mothers who believed
Our mothers under mercy
Once barren mothers
Fertile and faithful wombs

Blessed wombs housed our babies
John and Jesus
Oscar and Trayvon
Emmit and Tupac
Hadiya, Phoebe and Renisha
Our bold babies
Nelson, Nat, Bob
Our Martin and Malcolm
Assata, Angela and Maya
All of our babies
Yours and mine
You and I
Were home in sacred womb

I know what it is like to pray bent knee prayers
For our infant warriors in the face of
Rape culture and bully nation
Our head raised babies
Hands lifted babies
Our screaming, shouting, singing babies

Our blessed mothers
Called to carry history and story
Ain't they so beautiful

Joseph, being a righteous man
Planned to send her away secretly
Until an angel intervened

Did you, Joseph
Was Mary in trouble
Was she a sinner
Was I Joseph
I know what it is like to have a finger pointed at my belly

Joseph, did you have a favorite Alabama auntie
Who would grits and eggs her for nine months
And rub her swollen belly
Send her away secretly
In secret
In hush

Stories will come from our wombs
They will ooze from our bodies
Men want to control

An angel of The Lord appeared to Joseph in a dream
Flee to Egypt for Herod is going to search for the child to destroy him
An angel
An angel
An angel appeared

Flee America
For Herod
For Zimmerman
For Limbaugh
For stand your ground
Cocaine
Bloods
Crips
Detroit
Los Angeles
Philadelphia
D.C.
For slavery
For privatized prisons
Racism
Homophobia
For the tea party
For the klan
The cross
Will seek to destroy

I know what it is like
To pray your son's safety
To pray his protection from the very everyday
I know what it is like to birth a brown boy
Speaking truth and power

O Mary
O Elizabeth
I honor your sacred wombs
Bless you for your faith
For your worry
For your warm fingers and hands to hold and feed
The babies you gave to us

Dear brother

Nelson Mandela made his transition yesterday. Rest is love, venerable elder. Rest well.

Smooches

There is an old British man sitting next to me in the airport on the phone who just ended his conversation with "I love you to bits." I thought that was cute.

Gratitude

This morning I am thankful for waking up
I am thankful for my health and strength
For my family and friends
For being at the airport early and an easy check in
I am thankful for the gift of poetry
For WomanPreach
For an audience to hear my words
I am thankful for my son
For books
I am thankful for love in my life all over

Thursday, December 5, 2013

Scared straight

I went to the doctor today and she told me that I was pre diabetic. And by pre, I'm way too close for comfort. Dear carbs and sugar, it's been really great knowing you but...

A poem a day for 2013 - day 338 - Sea. See.

I look God
To God's face
And I ask God
And God answers
Then
I
Just
Wait

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

A poem a day for 2013 - day 337 - Hallelujah

I will worship
I will praise
I will remember
Will cherish
I will grow
Blossom
I will teach
I will house
Feed
Build
I will read
Plant
Cross over
Return
I will clap hands
Stomp feet
I will water
Rest
Wake up
I will run
Play
I will play so play
Think
Swallow
Truth
So truth
I will easy
Shout
Sing
Glory

Edwin Bodney at DPL last night


Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Sunday, December 1, 2013

A poem a day for 2013 - day 334 - Sun. Day.

Under this roof
This together
This family
Braiding hair on the couch
Video games in the back room
Dog barking
Food cooking
Slowly
Hot kitchen
Church
Wine coolers
Blue sky
Sunday