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Catharsis

By

Ber-Henda

I make purple play pleasantly and silver sing soft sirens a shore.

Yellow yolks yield yawning yet. While red, reads radiant roaming.

Why ask why while the owl asks who?

Seductive, sun rays sent sober…who, who, who, not who but what for those who beg for answers…

The red queen has lost head said Jefferson Air and I think I am crossing over to the light!

Sally sold sea shells down by the sea shore 3x

How much wood can wood chuck, chuck if a wood chuck could chuck wood???

I know this isssh sounds like gibberish…but this is what I hear everyday…I get lost in translation and get lost in the minutia of life and the monotony of working that’s not working.

I can not live in a box on beach in gray days of black starless nights. I am not fabricated but my story is not new or unaccounted for but I still need to tell it none the less…I will tell it none the more or less.

Snatched out the Matrix but sometimes my navel still itches…I miss the life I knew before though I know I can never go back…This is planet Earth and I am stranger from the New Jerusalem. I embody him 2x

I make purple play pleasantly and silver sing soft sirens a shore.

Yellow yolks yield yawning yet. While red, reads radiant roaming. Why ask why while the owl asks who?

Seductive, sun rays sent sober…who, who, who, not who but what for those who beg for answers…

The red queen has lost head said Jefferson Air and I think I am cross over to the light!

Sally sold sea shells down by the sea shore 3x

Ber-Henda Nicole Williams Copyright 2009©

Revolutionary Rock

Like King Solomon my strength lies in my hair so rock raw and natural. My Ebony coils are like a thousand fists in the air; I will strike a mighty blow. I am the voice of a generation of the oppressed but not hopeless! I am not crying out in distress but in protest of any establishment who will insist that a voice has a color. A voice has gender. A voice has a religion. You will hear me and free me. There is no prison to suppress a soul and I am the soul of struggle and iniquity.

Deliver me from what will be considered social genocide. From my mouth come the words but from the battle will come my blood because my sons will born free men and not slave bastards that you only claim for your political parenthood, let me make myself understood. My Mother’s name is “Work” and Father’s name is “Good” and this makes me a “Good Work” and I will produce more “Good Works” but I tell you as sure as this next line I write, I will not be the subject of your loathing. It is Peace, Love, and Grace I am growing! Live for me and I will die for you! My life is a struggle you life is a struggle but we are not each others enemy.

I love until it kills me and kill if I can not love. There are lines to be crossed and dangers untold but none are more perilous then to stay right here and do nothing. I am the ebony resurrection of Kali and the bronzed personification of Sofia. Call my name and the fires will blaze for I stand affirmed that we need to move past tolerance and into true acceptance. Revolt and revolutionize this space and time. I am living soil free and fertile. If you take me you will release me those behind me my blood will make the purchase. I am the personification of revolution. ROCK ON!

Making Love

I believe that LOVE is the most powerful force in the world. We are given so many opportunities in life to hate, become discouraged, judgmental, loathsome, and inherently bitter and unhappy. However, there are opportunities to love and they appear when we least expect it. I work with children and they are never in short supply of love. I hear "I love you" a million times a day and it is never one too many. From the time they get to school, they are ready to love and many of them are living under incrediable circumstances that one would believe would destroy the soul, yet the heart of child amazes me and truly inspires me.

Love in all its many forms is always the right thing to do. I am not sure what happens to us as adults but love seems to lose its luster and as the song goes "What's Love Got to Do with It? I would say everything. We have done horrible things in the name of love. God, who I believe is synonymous with love, has been used to justify slavery, racism, war, and sexism. I do not serve a God of who believes that "ethnic cleansing" is a demonstration of love for him. We have so many things that make us different but love is our most profound similarity. I cannot fathom a God worth praising calling people to impose their way of live on others, using scare tactics and war to bow people into submission. This is not love but rather blind furry and egocentrism.

When love calls you, I believe that you must answer it without hesitation. We are called on daily basis to love. To love those who treat us with hostility and resentment are most agreeably hard to love. Driving on any Michigan road and not suffering road rage is difficult measure as well. Yet, the opportunity to love may be around the corner. For example, to affirm someone in your life that is in a transition or just going through, giving a stranger directions or assistances or showing the love of your life they worth their weight in gold. Too many times we take our relationships for granted. Love is beautiful obligation but to purchase someone's chairs is not complicated (I will explain in another blog).

Love is an overwhelming force that can defeat any of its advisories. Love has no statute of limitation. Love exists beyond all space and time. The essence of it is rich in valor and love almighty can heal, cleanse, support, and transform. A good friend once told me that being in love is like seeing for the first time, and it is. Love gives you perspective and allows you to see the soul of one another. There is a beauty behind every façade and with the eyes of love, it can be seen clearly. The prayers of the righteous avail much so I ask you to pray for me so that when it comes time to love in a hostilie situation I will have character and love enough to do what is right…make love!

In Him City

He and the city are one. I feel like he is around
every corner…he is.
I feel like his heart is beating beneath
concrete and with each palpitation it sends
a vibration up my legs to my spine to my
heart yes it does.

He is the illumination of curved street lights
and sheen on wet pavement.
He is the spirit of Detroit. He is a sulfuric symphony
and the dirge of Cass Corridor.
He makes his presence known as my Kirby King
and he sings songs in perfect harmony…oh yes he does.

To say I love the city is to say I love him and to say
I love him is to say I love city.
He is my city and I want to be there
in my city for better or worse.

He is summer time in the heart of the plaza he is
the heart beat of young adolescent
lovers who have just missed curfew
because they were kissing to long.
He is the air in their tender lungs as
they run in vain to beat the street lights.

He is all over my city and my city all over him.
Te dijo la verdad y nada mas el esta en mi ciudad y me mente.
Ya todvia el tiene las llaves a mi casa de sol.

For every step he takes I take two. He and I have some enchanted trinity he is my city and my city is he. In him city.

Woman for Short!

My tears are single handedly responsible for the creation of the Nile River and my blessed womb incubated all tweleve tribes of Israel. Through my labor pains my children came in to the world equipped with a steadfast perserverence. Through my agony my children will be peace makers and prepare the way of Zion.

I am know by many names Eve, Sheba, Nzinga, Mary Magdalene, to name a few, but folklore and mythology aside my inner workings are not that of legend. My supernatural gifts were forged and scuplted by a true mason and craftsmen.

By my hand Soloman was embraced. I nutured him in his infancy--he prayed for me in the days of his youth, so the Lord gave him WISDSOM.

Less we forget I helped move an entire kingdom, my eyes were the windows to God's door step. THE BEAUTIFUL ONE HAS COME--but you can me Nefertiti. My rule was so scandalous, they tried to erase me from history, however every great man has a great woman surrounding him.

You can love or hate, though I would rather you love me or have it your way.

I am the fifth element. To spend the night with me is considered the eighth wonder of the world. You find me in everything and everyone. You can feel me in the air your breathe...you call me mother, sister, wife, and lover, sometimes you call me bitch, vixen, Jezebel, rougue, and harlot! I am not minpulating the system, I am changing it! Now you be the best papa, but mama is one to watch.

So I am known to this world as divine mother, righteous wife, and amorous sister and consummate lover. I can be all things and am all things but you may call me WOMAN for short.

Sacrificio

No tengo mucho ofrecer pero yo tengo algo...

Yo tengo mi propia arte

mi propia corazon

mi propia sangre

mi propia alma

No pertenzco a nadie excepto Jesus

No es mi vida pero mi vida pertence a todos. Yo soy una mujer simple y simple yo soy una mujer.

Quien puede caminar la manera de perfecion perfectamente?

Yo soy una mujer valorosa.

Sacrifice

I have nothing much to offer but I have SOME thing...

I have my own art

my own heart

my own blood

my own soul

I belong to no one expect Jesus

This is not my life, my life belongs to everyone. I am simple a woman and simple I am a woman.

Who can walk the way of perfection perfectly?

I am a woman of valor.

So you say nigger no longer has the same meaning? Really so the word is alright as long as he’s not white, she’s not white, they are not white. So from NIGGER to NIGGA—ignorance is bliss you say…but my people parish for lack of knowledge.

You see my grandfather was a share cropper and his father a slave. The called them BOY all though they were grown men and Niggers without the affection you all seem to give the word. Nigger was what they used to make Nubian Kings into animals, rob wise men and rape Senegalese jewels.

So take the ‘er of and an ‘a to disguise the repulsiveness of the origin. So never again will Jim Crow, apartheid have to berate you. We have ensured that by the endorsement of the word. N-I-G-G-A will brand us and keep us in chains and shackles, keep our minds from remembering who we were. I will ride for my NIGGA, die for my NIGGA…They say if you want to hide something from a NIGGA put it in a book. What’s the last book you read?

A Phoenix From the Ashes

I was forged from destruction

and my beauty made from battle scares.

I am not perfect at least not yet.

I will reach my perfection when this war is complete

I have died many deaths some to horrible to tell.

I have fought phantoms, demons, and shadows but no foe was greater than the battle against myself.

I have kissed my wounds and tasted my own rancid and metallic blood.

I have slaughtered both my dreams and nightmares, just to replicate the same ritual.

I have not accepted defeat nor its agony!

I was born a survivor and survive I will.

I am a Phoenix and from the flame am I conceived and from the rubble and ash I am incubated.

HEAR MY CRY AND SEE MY ELEGANCE

I AM LIFE

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