By Naomi Long Madgett
The insightful and informative foreword by way of the editor explains the historic heritage to the plight of a lot of modern African American men. this can be an anthology to which fifty five black ladies contributed confident poems approximately traditional black males with just a couple of well-known males pointed out. A ground-breaking ebook in regards to the optimistic relationships among women and men. all the 8 sections is illustrated by way of Carl Owens. the canopy is from a portray by way of Paul Goodnight.
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But there was one who said, "I'll be a man. I'll clear the soil, nurture this seed and watch it grow to blossom. Here I will remain, my child. " BURNIECE AVERY Copyright © 1992 by Burnice Avery Page 33 Papi* Was a Dancing Man (Dedicated to Zenithia & Kito) Papi was 25 shades blacker than midnight Blue-black, they called him Papi was a "pretty-boy" Skin so smooth He looked like he was carved out of ebony Papi never just walked He was smooth like his skin moved like a panther like the wind like a well sung song Papi was beautiful to watch wore his pride like armor like a weapon like a shield In cities designed to make him disappear He wore his blackness like a badge of honor moved through the whiter than thou madness with the grace of greased lightning Danced his way across stages that tried to bury him in the filth of "their" fear Papi was 25 shades blacker than midnight The kind of unstoppable Black that ''they" couldn't hold back no matter how much "they" tried Papi was untouchable Even when "they" tried to get at him by trying to get to me He danced in "their" faces on all "their" sacred places and made a joke of "their" ignorance By stealing "their" shows (on "their "stages), and giving unasked for lessons on the real Black Power his unshakeable power our undeniable survival power (Continued) *Pronounced "Poppy" in the Spanish-speaking Caribbean.
Today I walked beside a river Breaking up with early thaw. I closed my eyes to see The ship from up the Spring branch that he promised Would be released one high March day And bring down to port the treasures Mined from mother wit and lore. I learned the passengers in turn: Torn sailors escaped From a Cyclops eye, A boy who grasped a keen-edged plot In the apple-scented dark, And the girl half child, half woman Counting off six tiny seeds To assure each year another spring. Now I live in the flow of that green time, And my father lives there too.
Observe him: making furniture/making a patio/growing a garden painting our sky with majesty on bid whist nights see his fancy card shuffles! ssccrrdrupp! wwhhtipth! skckkapptatapptck! isn't my Dad a genius? "I finally announced to my friends after several unmagical attempts to learn card-shuffling myself, circa 1967. II. they say that all little girls adore their fathers/want to marry them, in fact but I never wanted to marry my father and give him a big movie star kiss; I never had penis envy.
Adam of Ifé: Black women in praise of Black men : poems by Naomi Long Madgett