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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