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Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Black Essence

BLACK   ESSENCE ( for Cyrstal)
 Deep
She digs
Into the the darkness of
Uncertainties
The unspoken-ness of
Mysteries
Circulating in dark
Whispering winters and
 blossoming organic summers
bursting eagerly thru
the ripening fullness of spring, and
the dancing leaves of fall

in the silence
she digs……deep……deeper
into the un-nurtured
bottomless pits of anguish
and pulls out the essence….
drip by
daring drip of
ink
 color
oiled- fingerprints
stamping firmly
the essence of
……..who we were
Before we became
…….who we are

Wakening,
Yawning
Blinking
At one another
In full acknowledgement
Of our curvaceous lips and tongues... dominating chins
That rise from proudly anchored neck bones
 Defined shoulders, triceps, biceps and breasts engorged
With the sweet milk and honeydew of life
Steadily replenishing itself without nobody telling it to do so
So natural
So real
So eternal
It can’t be bottled
Because it is…LOVE

“You know….the blackness of our essence”
Chiseled deep in blue-black fluorescence
The past
And the present
DNA in Ocean water “elegance”
wrapped in seaweeds of lessons
for us to remember to tell the babies
tell them children that we are……. from the shores of Ghana
the Ivory Coast, Cape town and Ethiopia, Nigeria and Sierre Leone
from dynasties of Egyptian Kings and Queens
who tried to keep sacred forever ancestral dreams, yet
the stories from in-side the pyramid walls
cannot be erased yall...
no one can rid us
of our connection to the root of it all
dig…..deep
deep…..dig
no…    tiny….   figs
BLACK  ESSENCE
Is
The tallest tree
 in the garden
It is the root of the fruit
And the saliva on the tongue
It is the chromosome that cannot be cloned


If you don’t got it
You don’t got it
Black
Deep
Dig
Deep
Essence

©gha’il Rhodes Benjamin, 2014
In celebration of Crystal Hanton’s
BLACK ESSENCE EXHIBIT



                 


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