From May, 2015

Sample Sunday: I Can’t Stand the Rain: Of Black Women’s Innovation in Afrofuturism and Music

Song: I Can’t Stand the Rain Artist: Ann Peebles Album: I Can’t Stand the Rain Released: 1974, Hi Records Writers: Ann Peebles, Don Bryant, Bernard “Bernie” Miller Sampled By: Missy Elliott, Supa Dupa Fly (The Rain), Supa Dupa Fly, 1997. The Goldmind/Elektra. I: Do you remember how it used to be? Ann Peebles’ single, I Can’t Stand the Rain begins with an electronic timbale beating out the rhythm of rain drops as Peebles’ soothing voice rolls in like a soft thunder storm; a melancholic and Afrofuturistic rainy day. It is a thick and funky tune that carries elements of pure southern soul and an…

Love Poems: For the Women We Don’t March For

sister i call your name three times to let the ancestors know they should make room for you you are coming home you have become another picture that will be added to our altars of grief we will pray to you and ask what this life is for black woman, you gave birth to this world and is it not the African way to carry our children on our backs? how do you not break with so much weight? how much more of your blood will they ask for? how much of your pain will they ignore? your body has been…

Love Poems: For Akuvi

my mother my sweet, warm mother. her dark skin glows with years of wisdom and sorrow my sweet, foreign mother Monrovia’s girl my strong mother thick bodied but gentle long fingers crooked and softly withered by labor and time i want to weep while i lay in her lap we will not always have these moments she will return to God she has never belonged to me but i have always been hers she has taught me to work until my fingers bleed to work through a bleeding heart to pray to God when the dawn comes and in the…

Love Poems: Vanity

you once said something about being a reflection of me if that is the case then you’ve shown me i am beautiful black and proud in you i see how lonely and sad and selfish i am how strong and full of hope i am how small i feel how i carry my wounds like crosses to Calvary and call out my Holy Father’s name Adonai, it is finished Golgotha weeps i use words to describe love i’ve only dreamed of but have never tasted do not know how to give i whisper bedtime stories to lovers about past life love affairs and caresses that…