by MAHOGANY L. BROWNE
Me and you be sisters
We be the same
Me and you both leaned
Against Bay Area skylines
Flirted our children's smiles
Like tremors across our hips
Danced like everyone was watching
Cuz they was and still are
Look at them, all nosey
Like they aint never seen
a world spin b4
Me and you be sisters
We be the same
Kinky hair mud child
Same jazz and funk fall from our lips
Same want for slick talking man
He fall smooth up under this jazz
Our black find a hum in every girl throat
Same black girl's kink up clean
Same colored girls
All different colors of girl
Me and you be sisters
We be Bklyn, We be the same
Colored girl
Black girl, color
We be swirling our fingers
Twisting our ideas into shiny and new
We know of the wreckage
Of the women that quake into breaks
We be loving that break
We be loving that break & tide
We love a man unafraid of all this wet,
look how he stroll
A messiah
Look at him
A metaphor for stay
And protect
And sex
And we love him so loud
He laugh and crack thunder
We be the same
Daughters heart still heavy on our hips
Her legs butter smooth & strong,
like we built her into marble and stone
She walk tenement troubles across our minds
She keep our skyline in flames,
We check in
We break
We check in
We bend for this color
And this color don't give to the bend
So our mind bend into lizards
Into 8000 different centipedes
Into coasts of wine and wind
We be Paris and Brooklyn
We be josephine liliane gwendolyn shange girl
We be enough
We be enough
We been enough
We be Momma's
mothering a world
Holding sandstorms
between our teeth
(Mshogany L. Browne © 2010)
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