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Chrishayden
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Posted on Thursday, May 20, 2004 - 02:33 pm:   Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Ban Poster IP (Moderator/Admin only)



Love Song to Miz Georgia
Part I


She was born

To bring Love

To the ghetto

Beautiful beautiful brown-eyed baby girl

Fat n Fine born High on the Hog born Steppin in High cotton born
Born to run on Born to raise hell if necessary

Born a burst of gold glory leaped from River city streets

Black born African in America born

Born in roarin Twenties Time
Boogiein and joogiein in Charleston in Black bottom Time

Born to bring Love to the ghetto

Beautiful beautiful brown-eyed bouncing baby girl is a gift from Gawd Almighty they say
Bundle of blessins chile rockabye

Born with the features face and form of Black Mama Lucy
Mother of All

With the poetry and soul of Alice Dunbar Nelson
The brass of Bessie Coleman
The connaisance of Zora Neale Hurston
The Beauty and sass of Josephine Baker
The gravitas of Bessie Smith
And the power power wonderworkin power of Madame CJ Walker in her hands

From royal blood of Yoruba obas and queens sprang
From Asante sana people sprang

A baby fated for this griot to praise her name

Captain Mister was her daddy

7th son of a 7th son

Tall dark and strong as an oak

Lightnin in his eyes Fire in his heart a book for brains steel springs in his arms
Molten lava in his loins steady on his big black feet

With the courage and strength of John Henry
The hair trigger temperament of bad man Stackolee
The earth shakin stomp of Big Sixteen
The dignity of Fredrick Douglass
The thirst for Freedom of Nat Turner
The power power wonderworkin power of Shango Ogun and Legba in his black hands

He was a hero of the Great War

Never feared to love his wife and woman faithfully and dearly

Miz Queen
She was Miz Georgia’s mother

Tall dark strong and serene and an elm tree

Lightnin in her eyes, Fire in her heart a book for brains steel springs in her arms
Molten lava in her loins steady steady steady on her black feet

With the poetry and soul of Phyllis Wheatley
The brass of Harriet Tubman
The Conaissance of Marie Leveau
The beauty n sass of Erzuli
The gravitas of Nefertiri
The power power wonderworkin power of Yemoja, Oya and Oshun in her black hands

The blood of Yoruba Kings and Queens was in they blood

They was tough, spiritual magical brilliant long sufferin adamantine musical triumphant barnstormin brawlin goodlovin people

Kind and respectful but not down wit no mess

Pillars of their black community Bronze salt of the earth

They’d already had five children
Mr. Mann, Miz Princess, Mr. King, Miz Duchess, Mr. Prince was they names
Skin tones ranged from near china white to the dark of rich lil Egyptian clay

Miz Georgia was youngest and last

She was born in the home
The custom in them days

In a house of blood red St. Looie brick that stood at Taylor and Cottage
In the Mighty Mighty Ville

A two-story structure square, even broad sturdy thick-walled tight mortared
Neat wood trim painted blinding white
Barbered green lawns front and back
Orange daylilies and red and white roses long walls walk and fence

A home bought and maintained by the honest sweat and effort of Miz Queen and Captain Mister
Like a black diamond in the middle of the Black Metropolis is glowed
All great and small was welcome there and each chile had his or her own room

Miz Georgia’s conception was an epic of all night copulation
A sweet bed shakin session of skyrockets in flight sweat screams shouts tender words and caresses Copasetic soft tones golden glow sighs floated down like doves from heaven

O this child will be special sighed Miz Queen right den and dere

And all the time she carried her there were signs

Nine months of meteors, comets, shooting stars, talking dogs cats and birds
The Mississippi ran backward bad men stayed home and good men did wrong
The dead rose peoples was healed and demons was cast out

The night of her nativity was a doozy
The bed the floor the very earth reeled and bucked like a Missouri Mule
Boogied and joogied in Charleston in Black Bottom time
Peoples miles and miles around fell on they knees and went to prayin
The moon and stars refused to shine

Poor Captain Mister bout wore a hole in the rug walkin to and fro
His poor heart clicked and tapped like Bojangles heels

Then all was still and the baby was born gentle as a flower opening and bloomin
And she cried the loudest highest high C in the key of life jazzin the jess grew
Bouncin on the Timeless Wall of Great Black noise and it echoed from bandstands and victrolas and radios for years

Lawdy! Lawdy Miz Georgia the midwives hollered and declaimed
Thass it. I thank ya Ladies said Miz Queen

Miz Georgia gonna be her name

Then she rocked the l’il baby girl and sighed

Hush Beautiful l’il brown baby

Close your eyes

Hush

Rock a bye


Copyright 2004 Chris Hayden


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Watastar
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Post Number: 10
Registered: 07-2004

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Posted on Saturday, July 31, 2004 - 10:21 pm:   Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Ban Poster IP (Moderator/Admin only)

Right on Brotha, right ON! Where is Part Two? Plus how have you been, Chris? It is good to 'see' you.

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