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April 04, 2005
i can't stand the rain..
...against my window, bringing back sweet memories...
watched an old episode of saturday night live with the original cast members. candice bergen was the host. the musical guest was esther phillips. she had this voice kinda like billie holiday's. i mean that in the sense that both of these artists had voices that wouldn't be considered technically proficient like ella or sarah or dinah. instead, esther and billie had haunting voices, like the color gray or like a fog that creeps through your car window as your drive to work. if you haven't heard them, you're missing out.
i guess i should begin the birthday countdown. nine days til the big day. i haven't decided how i feel about this next birthday. seems like one day i was 27 then 30. now, i'm getting closer to the other end of the 30's. and i'm thankful for all the birthdays because Lord knows that there were plenty of moments when a next birthday didn't seem like it was in the cards for this kid. i'm trying to put my age into perspective. it's kinda hard since i've never been 33 before. for instance, the Pope was 84 when he passed away this weekend. Martin Luther King, Jr. was assasinated (4 april 1968) at 39. so, what does the future hold for me? lots of good fishing, hearty laughs, heart-breaking cries, and love, peace, and hair grease, i hope.
what does the future hold for you?
to celebrate the King legacy, we should all do something nice for someone else. because if Brother Martin wanted us to learn anything, it is that everyone deserves decency and kindness. it doesn't have to be a grand gesture...maybe flash a smile at someone who looks down or hold the door for someone with an armload of books. and when you do that kind thing, think of Martin.
poem for the day
"Naturally"
Audre Lorde
Since Naturally Black is Naturally Beautiful
I must be proud
And, naturally,
Black and
Beautiful
Who always was a trifle
Yellow
And plain though proud
Before.
I've given up pomades
Having spent the summer sunning
And feeling naturally free
(if I die of skin cancer
oh well--one less
black and beautiful me)
Yet no Agency spends millions
To prevent my summer tanning
And who trembles nightly
With the fear of their lily cities being swallowed
By a summer ocean of naturally woolly hair?
But I've bought a can of
Natural Hair Spray
Made and marketed in Watts
Still thinking more
Proud beautiful black women
Could better make and use
Black bread.
Posted by emnorris at April 4, 2005 04:11 AM