By
Renee Drummond-Brown
‘Da’ Blues
I was young
Gifted,
Black and strong
‘Till ‘Massa’
Done
Come along
Giving me
‘HIS’ son
Now
‘Dis’ half breed
Don’t ev’n belong to me
But I learned
To lean
Not on my own understanding
And Now
‘Wit’ ALL my heart
Soul and mind
I’z luvs tHIS son
‘Cause’
He’s one of a kind
tHIS son tested my faith
And
Brought me down
A peg or two
In sheer disgrace
But my strength rest in Him
And
‘Imma’ wait
On Him
Cause WORD says
Faith without works
IS DEAD!
Some day
I’ll overcome
‘Da’ troubles come my way
‘Dat’
Done come along
Now go,
Be gone
I’z old,
Black
Weak
And
Strong
‘Wit’ tHIS half-breed son
‘Dat’ reminds’ me of
YOU,
PERFECTED
Black,
And
‘Da’ Blue!!!
I’z Beat to A Different “DRUM” ‘ODD’ ‘Dat’ I’z
Peculiarity’s my name
Abnormal
Uncharacteristic
And Uniqueness’s
Holds no claims
To my fame
Individuality
Idiosyncrasy’s
Distinctiveness
Unconventional behavior
Is your definition of insanity
Nevertheless…
My definition of sane…
Who’s right?
Whose wrong??
Simply put…
I’z Beat to A Different “DRUM”
‘ODD’ ‘Dat’ Is
And ‘dis’ I’z my confirmation
“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you,
before you were born I set you apart;
I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.”
(Jeremiah 1: 5 NIV)
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