for little Black girls who think that tracing the sky, by any means, is a doctrine of art/

I don't want

the world back, Chief Priestess

I want my world back.

Not extorted

not at gunpoint.

Not while i've sat on

on my hood waiting

for the tow truck in the

rain.

I want

instead, the swindled,

kidnapped moon black as tar;

black again like me.

Reviews

[Beccy]

The cruel joke is, that we have turned what was intended at creation as a gift to humanity, into a divisive millstone around our necks.

A short while, (I can't remember exactly how long,) after my son first attended pre-school nursery, he told me he made a new friend; a girl. Naturally enough, I was interested and asked about her, her name and what she looked like, just the sort of general stuff that mum's ask, you know. He wasn't quite turned five at the time and his reply was that she was pretty with lots of hair and giggled/laughed all the while in the playground; that he liked her and wanted her to come to the house to play.

A couple of days later, I met the little girl and her mum. They had just recently moved to the UK from The Gambia in West Africa; and my son was right, the little girl was very pretty and she had lots of hair; plus the most radiant smile imaginable.

Racism is not in the dna of a child. It is learned behavior. A gradual, seeping process that in truth has not the slightest temporal or spiritual value; and my most earnest wish is that someday its destructive influence will be banished entirely and forever from this world.

Beccy.

Oh, and the little girl's name is Sira, and almost ten years on, she and Charlie are still very firm friends.

[h d e rushin]

Dearest: During the Renaissance, that transitional movement in Europe marked by a humanistic revival and classical influence, also marked the beginnings of the psychological development of cross-culturalization and the natural movement cycle of different races of people(s). Jews from Russia , Africans from Eretria, Slavs. from Turkey etc most looking for employment and better living conditions.....as well as a better climate. Racism became the remedy that symbolically cured the disease of 'difference', just as it is today. Yet, it's remarkable how you pick up on how children ,without any good reason for formal remonstrance, finds the gift of love and friendship first, prior to adulthood, when the lines of blame and financial abatement become so seemingly necessary or available. Adulthood destroys everything and submits to it's easiest devotion. Old people have to re-learn how to love the world that children come to the world to demonstrate.....thanks for your lovely comments my friend....dana

[redzone]

Dana you write amazing poetry.... I think for some that tow truck has left them sit... when has there ever been a black moon shining for "little Black girls" in this white moon world??? and that's the horror of waiting in the rain, the outrages continue even when the world seemed "normal".... it's been 52 years since our punches rocked their empire, we need to learn how to punch even harder I think... I, for one would love for that "little Black girl" to be able to both trace and kiss the sky.... that day, the "doctrine of art" will come alive in diverse colors...

this is where your poem led me Dana, want some company while waiting for that tow truck???

[h d e rushin]

thank you my friend...your insights always inspire me and your truth telling speaks for itself.....dana

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

I can only imagine what strength lies beyond the other end of it all.
More jarring words from the one who doesn't pull punches. Your words are powerful.

[h d e rushin]

thank you my friend....I take punches far better than I pull them.....lol,, dana

[albee]

...to take a punch better then to pull a punch...
perseverance in two way sparks...
remember to weave and bob...

[Corset]

I can't even begin, every time I do my throat constricts and I can't say I sorrowful for the loss, how you'd shouldered it is beyond my comprehension, I don't think there is enough Rocky Road in the world for that one. Melted or otherwise.

[h d e rushin]

dearest: thank you so much for those kind remarks...humbly and forever....dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the swindled moon, white in its fullness...
but leaving so many in the darkness of prejudice...
we want and need for that moon to shine equally on all...
midnight belongs to all of us.
this short piece says so much...where the hell IS that tow truck?

j.

[h d e rushin]

thank you dearest brother for finding this one....and for your kind remarks....dana