Sunday, July 13, 2003

Poetry

This was a Women of Color Fundraising Institute weekend and I have been working as lead trainer so I haven't had an opportunity to post. The following is one of my oldest poems and still my favorite. There is so much to get to -- biodiversity, liberation, who decided George Bush going to Africa was a good thing -- but tonight just poetry. Happy full moon.

Credo

I used to believe in god
now I believe in old black women
not the jherry permed crowd jogging by
but the goddess
marked with this century's turn
bearing the grail of holy rage
and industry

She would be appalled
jesus the source of her salvation
he in churches built
on tithes and prayers her bake sales
and necessities

I used to believe in the power of god
now I believe in the power of old black women
joints frozen immobile
bad hearts and painful mortality
a tenuous grasp on this world's sanity

She of the one victory
surviving each day's labor
sighing triumphant
"still here"

I used to believe in an abstract love
now I believe in the love of old black women
an angry love
sharp as a scythe against new wheat
warm as the furnace of a Mississippi summer

I used to believe in god
now I believe in old black women




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