Author: Cheri Paris Edwards
•11:48 AM
not another sad black girl song

rising, ain’t shining,
like a blistery yellow-gold sun,
but glowing cool
like a silvery moon.

ain’t flying by the seat
of no worn-out polyester pants,
but struttin’ strong in jeans
fittin’ like a deep blue glove.

ain’t draggin’ round the same
ole’ travel-weary path.
forkin’ right this time,
steppin’ briskly toward
ain’t-never-done-this-
before.

ain’t singing no sad black girl
ain’t got no man,
ain’t got no money blues
but shouting alleluia!
glad to be alive.

©Cheri Paris Edwards 2007

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4 comments:

On 8:25 AM , John Guzlowski said...

Cheri, thanks for the poem.

I tend to be a fellow that spends too much time thinking about the gloomy things in the world.

Your poem is a good reminder that there are other songs beside the sad ones.

 
On 7:40 AM , cheri said...

Thanks for the comments John!

All I have to do to find some joy is remember the times I couldn't get out and about. For me it makes having the ability to communicate any of our thoughts a cause for celebration...

Cheri

 
On 8:15 AM , syinly said...

Thank you, I really like the poem. I look forward to reading more.

 
On 6:05 PM , cheri said...

Thank YOU syinly - No one can take our joy, if we don't allow them to..;-) Cheri