Spitting poetry with razors between your teeth
Harlem
Black
Arts
Movement
Revolution
Jazz
Spoken Word
Form
Hip Hop
Love
Philly
Peace
Octogenarian
re-imagining yourself again and again
fiercely relevant
Still here
I dreamed you were flowing in a river of revolutionary artists
who came before you
came with you
who were born of you
This poem should be a haiku in your honor
Instead I offer this
Recently visiting Harlem with my child of my child
we shared space with one of your
revolutionary
artist
offspring
Grateful to be invited in
We walked those hallowed streets
my child of my child
and me
Did she feel the vibrations
did she know
as we ate at Popeyes on 125th street
sat high in the balcony of the Apollo
and took the train at 155th
that she is one of the ones we've been waiting for
That she can love the razors forming between her teeth
to create beauty
to change the world
to breathe
Feb, 2016
Inspired by the film BaddDDD Sonia Sanchez
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