dark phrases of womanhood
of never havin been a girl
half-notes scattered
without rhythm/no tune
distraught laughter fallin
over a black girl's shoulder
it's funny/hysterical
the melody-less-ness of her dance
don't tell nobody don't tell a soul
she's dancing on beer cans and shingles
this must be the spook house
another song with no singers
lyrics/no voices
& 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 anythin, but maddening screams
& the soft strains of death
& you promised me
you promised me...
somebody/anybody
sing a black girl's song
bring her out
to know herself
to know you
but sing her rhythms
carin/struggle/hard times
sing her song to 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
let her be born
let her be born
& handled warmly.
lady in brown in For colored girls who've considered suicide/when the rainbow is enuf by Ntozake Shange
Monday, October 15, 2007
lady in brown
Posted by Naomi at 8:49 PM
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3 comments:
I love it Naomi. It is almost scary, and yet beautiful in its fierceness. I hope you try out for the part
are you doing this Nae?!?! Oh my gosh! I will fly out to Seattle to see it!
Keep up the good work.
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