selection.


i am intricate

i cannot be undone

although the sun

often tries

to unravel me


baby

please don’t cut yourself into

halves, eighths and quarters

it makes it harder to hold you

 

-       ethnicity


woman

makes the heart warm

light

woman loves her children

to the marrow

of their bones

woman snatches

their sadness

away

woman bathes in the sun

woman came from the sun

but when the rain comes

she welcomes it well

she has known rain

like no other

woman got two homes

two tongues

knows more than

them books

teach

woman walks with woman

before her

after her

woman walks with me

 

- a poem for my mother and for all women. everywhere. homage to gil scott-heron 



all photos are thanks to paul strand and milton rogovin.