Bruce Davidson
By
Renee Drummond-Brown
No More Chains Holding Me
A secure spot
Where a slave ‘girlz’
Bound to be,
Metals ‘bout’
1 inch thick
AKA
ANCHOR RING
Lest we forget
‘Da’
ANKLE RACK
Wooden like
A set of stocks,
‘Wit’
Circular openings
In ‘da’
Bottom and top
Blocks,
Hinged at ‘da’ left,
Secured
Ev’r so VERY tight
Used to cut ‘dem’ feet off
To punish runaway’s
In ‘da’ ‘STEAL’
Of ‘dem’ nights!!!
‘Da’
Racks up,
Palms on ‘da’ ground,
Hoofs axed off
No more Northern bound.
Around ‘da’ waist
Of
‘Doe’s’
Big boned hips,
Pad locked
BELLY CHAINS
Ham hocks,
Cornbread,
And
‘Dem’ greens
‘Da blame for ‘dis’,
‘Deeze’ very chains
Unto ‘dis’ day
STILL
‘Holdin’ me
Ridiculously insane!
How could ‘ONE’ forget.
‘Da’
BINDING FIBER
Two shall become one
Strip,
O’ leather
On ‘da’ ground
Face down
Wrapped ‘round’ 3 times
As in a leash
Or a whip
As known as
‘Da’ Slave ‘girlz’ equipment!!!
Hide and seek
YOU’RE IT!!!
‘Da’
BLIND FOLD’s
Ready
Now don’t you take a peek
Two rounded pieces of felt
Folded cloth
Or
Scarf
‘Jus’ keep
‘Dem’ lips exposed
Slave ‘girlz’
WATCH IT NOW
Last man out
You ‘otta’ know
YOU’RE ‘DA’ ONLY PREY AND THE “SWEET THANG” CAUGHT!
Shoop ‘de’ shoop
Hula hoop,
BODY CHAIN
Five feet long
Loop ‘bout’ ‘da’ neck
And
Throat
You bet,
Security is key
Decorated
‘Wit’
Wooden beads
And O’
‘Dem’
Semiprecious stones
Attached to ‘da’ chains
Leather
In all
Shoop ‘de’ shoop
‘Dats’ why’ze
Us
‘Colour’ ‘girlz’
Can shake our ‘thangs’ and hula hoop
Shoop ‘de’ shoop
Shoop ‘de’ shoop
Shoop ‘de’ shoop
Shoop ‘de’ shoop
Shoop ‘de’ shoop
Shoop ‘de’ shoop
Shoop ‘de’ shoop
No More Chains Holding Me
‘Cuz’
‘Imma’ shake my ‘thang’ and hula hoop
Till ‘I’z’ free
Shoop ‘de’ shoop.
CURSED
400 years
We’ve roamed ‘dis’ earth
Wondering aimlessly
To and fro
Which way is up?
Down?
Where to next?
Which way do we go?
We’ve lived in ‘da’ Garden
Steal, killed and lied
Wrecked it.
And ‘da’ nerve of Archaeologist
To wonder
What happened to ‘OUR’ EDEN?
Who, what where when,
And
Why?
We’ve killed our brother(s)
Remember Adam?
Crossed ‘da’ Red Seas
Survived ‘da’ winds and rains
As
Walking blind-men
Unable to ‘SEE’
Even
Been in ‘da’ storms
‘Wit’ Him
In Galilee
We’ve fought
‘Da’ Battle of Jericho,
And seen HIS great flood
Come and go
We destroyed ‘dat’ Ark
For certain,
THIS…
I do know.
All ‘dats’ ‘leff’
I’z
‘De’ illusion of a Rainbow
But…
All in all
We’re still in a mess!!!
We’ve tasted milk and honey
And (ev’n)
WATCHED our BOY babies (2 and under)
Get
SLAUGHTERED
In ‘dem’ streets
While
Surviving ‘dis’ earth on Pharaohs system
‘Wit’ absolutely no welfare,
Worth,
Nor money
Only defeat after defeat after defeat.
Our families are torn apart
Mother against daughter,
Father against his son
But…We’ze ‘claims’
To ‘LUVS’ this God
‘Wit’ absolutely
No ‘Respeck’
Of person(s)
Self
Nor
Of
His Only Begotten Son!
We have no surname
No identity
Nor purpose
And absolutely
No claim to anyone else’s fame!
‘Deeze’ chillins are foreign to He
‘Cuz’
We laugh at birth
Cry at death
We plant
When we should pluck
We dance
When we should stand
We embrace
When we should refrain
We kill
When we should heal
We break-down
When we should build
WE KEEP SILENT
When we should speak
WE’RE OFF SEASON
For HIS love, hate, war and peace
What time is it?
We seem to forget???
As Scripture reveals
We do what we feel
The total opposite!
We’ve spared ‘da’ rod
Reading ‘dem’ books
Listening to people ‘wit’ NO KIDS AT ALL
And ‘den’
‘Da’ nerve to wonder
Who, where, when, why???
What went wrong?
When ‘ALL’ we had to do
Was take Him at His word
And follow ‘dat’ Ol’ African proverb.
We’ve traveled ‘dat’ Underground Railroad
In ‘da’ Red Sea
Moses carried us to Milk and honey
But Tubman
O’
She killed ‘doze’ who didn’t ‘wanna’ flee!
All in all
He saved a wretch like me
But
Oh No
Not she!!!
‘Da’
Civil Rights Movement
‘Den’ comes along
‘Sangin’
A different tune
To our quandary song
Lynching
Bombs
Water-hose
And
O’
‘DEM’
Dogs
Beatings
Killing
Executions
Assassinations
And ‘dem’
Murdering Mobs.
Oppressors’
Where’s ‘ya’ at?
‘Sum’ of us survived
All ‘dem’ attacks!
YOU REMEMBER
4 ‘Lil’ ‘girlz’ ‘dun’ wronged????
O’
‘Dat’ Bomb!!!!
‘Den’
‘Daze’ kill our King(S)
And
Rodney ask
“Can’t we all just get along?”
‘Nevatheless’
‘Dem’ Freedom Singers
Sang on
THANKS MS. RUTHA MAE HARRIS
For that Angelic gift within your vocals
And O’ my Lord,
‘Dem’ MOTIVATIONAL songs
Sung
For ‘ALL’ wrong
So we march on
And
On
And
On
And
On…
‘Den’
‘We’ze’
Flipped ‘OUR’ Script(ure)
And start ‘killin’
Our own
‘Lil’ ‘chillins’
At sure bliss
For this I know
I know this.
‘Dem’ ‘Mommas’ lost hope
Black on black crimes
‘Inna’ all time high
Monkey’s on ‘OUR’ Back
Dope
Took us for broke
And ‘CAIN’ took us for a ride
MARKED
Ov’r
And
Ov’r
WHY?
WHY?
O’
WHY?
We hate our families
And
Fight within
We love our enemies
Whose BLOODS NO kin
‘Our ‘HIStory’ ‘iz’ ever so present
We’re walking dead-men
Lost for POETIC words
‘CAUSE’
We were ‘NEVER’ a slave
But rather
The result of HIS curse
Read your Script(ure)
For CERTAIN
This I do know.
I KNOW THIS CURSE,
Leviticus
Twenty-six.
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