Journal Day 10, Black Music Feminism

Black music is
a mother
Bringing forth rhythm and blues
Giving birth to
Ghetto hymns and anthems
More drama than the evening news
No matter what your emotion
Black music has your song
If it’s loneliness you’re feeling
She’ll hold you all night long
Black music is
a sista
in your stereo playing loud
she got that junk in her trunk
bump bump bump
and she came to move the crowd
she got quad between her thighs
and a vibe for every mood
she’s a bridge over troubled waters
with a funky jazz interlude
black music is
a pimp
moving up and down your streets
a stone cold hustler baby
supplying all your musical needs
she’s all up in your pockets
you spending all your cash
she got you feenin got to have her
fo you know it you addicted to her ass
black music is
a vessel
transporting you to bliss
instrumental in your journey
in regular rotation on your play list
you hooked on all her melodies
you singing all her songs
her harmony all up in your soul
thumping bassline pumping strong
black music is
a voice
speaking preaching loud and clear
a vibration resonating
turn up the volume so all can hear
she says we shall overcome
she says what has this world become
she said sssssssshhhhhh ol massah sleepin
come on y’all its time to run
black music is
a beat
popping fingers bobbin heads
she is tambourines and drumming
she is hand clapping and humming
she is remixed and rehearsed
she is complex and diverse
she is the quiet storm your feeling
she is the remedy for your sexual healing
she is that connection to your past
sometimes slow and sometimes fast
she is a lullabye
a battle cry
a hymn before you die
she is your inner peace
your mind at ease
don’t turn that dial please
and I love her so much
and I dare someone to
touch my radio
my stereo
my video
my mp3
while my black music
is
playing
loud
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