Actually it comes with an experience that you may have had or how you feel about a particular subject. That way it flows naturally.

Untitled Script based on Feminist Joy
Subtitled: Heaven at my Feet

i walked with my mother from pipeline curves to accra (in absentia)
in munyoyo i released her hand, ready
to find the power she lived

i bent to pick up heaven at my feet
since i had looked up for 38 years and felt nothing
i look pass my body parts that culminate into my life’s history
mirroring my mother’s-chocolate sometimes; yellow then pink
pudgy, bloated, juicy and beautiful, I move down
staring into the core of a patriarchal black hole
i see shit (let the bull take a moment’s rest)
unjustified privileges
that send my spirit into a spiral

then i hear jesus got an invite but was not welcomed
the almighty omnipotent patriarchal tool was useless in this space
where he served as a swipe at sisters’ choice
a calm hush and a peter-like denial followed the call
like a fly swatter, he served as a dirty cleanser of people’s joy
he was not welcomed
even when the yes was 50%

……twenty-six locked sisters
cowry shells, silver rings, brown beads and rich coloured tips
109 at ease with themselves, rocking the harmony of woman
speaking taboo to daylight; wrapping intellect into a gift of power

360 degree challenge
twenty-six locked sisters
109 african women
purple shrouds, fiery intellect
confident spirits, painful cries
we danced our soul towards lost joy
our bodies into insatiable pain
we danced into recognition of our identities

me? i danced because I finally knew my mother and steph
i danced because I found 134 sisters
i danced my soul into the strength of our cause
and yes, i keep heaven under my feet
______reeveswilliams
9/27/2008 1:24:41 PM

beautiful krazzy. i really love it.. along with the Vagina monologue response you wrote. thanks for sharing and keep it up.

thanx. my reflections from the african feminist forum. one of the best weeks of my life! pls change your mood, sista.

no, i cant.. if i do, then i will change it to betrayed.....or sad
i envy you that forum you attended.. esp the way you explained it went

chay! we had one night to 'talk about sex, baby'. your big sista was a consultant in that discussion. on a serious note, it was affriming and the intellectual energy was off the hook!

i am a feminist-no ifs; no buts

Culture

Culture is more than the dance or the mask or the drum
or the time or the place from which kindred blood comes.
Validation of its possession does not lie in the click of the tongue
or the rhythmic cadence of tribal anthems sung.

Though our sculptures and tapestries and parables abound
they fail to insure that our conscience will be found
embedded in the psyche of dispersed generations
beguiled by the allure of modern civilization.

When the fragile paradigms inevitably perish,
the indelible remnants of our essence left to cherish
are those which reveal who we intrinsically are,
not by the things, but by the way of culture.

It is the way we respect and esteem the old ones
and give name to first daughter and first son.
It is the way we settle palaver before the sun goes down
and the way we live to abide on common ground.
MHK

aye nica...da 38 yr-old dance o...u ready?

okay...i am game...we need to have small study group here o!

i want dance too

Put Your Records On lyrics

Three little birds, sat on my window.
And they told me I don't need to worry.
Summer came like cinnamon
So sweet,
Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.

Maybe sometimes, we've got it wrong, but it's alright
The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same
Oh, don't you hesitate.

Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.

You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.

Blue as the sky, sunburnt and lonely,
Sipping tea in the bar by the roadside,
(just relax, just relax)
Don't you let those other boys fool you,
Got to love that afro hair do.

Maybe sometimes, we feel afraid, but it's alright
The more you stay the same, the more they seem to change.
Don't you think it's strange?

Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.

You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.

Just more than I could take, pity for pity's sake
Some nights kept me awake, I thought that I was stronger
When you gonna realise, that you don't even have to try any longer?
Do what you want to.

Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.

Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.

Oh, you're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow