Monday, May 21, 2018
A deeply moving lyrical poem about womanhood and survival.
All through the night, my dreams would be dreams of Africa
'Look on me and be renewed'
Just because my tongue rolls in a different way that don't mean I'm dumb... Have you had the pleasure of dancing to the rhythm of the drums?'
Africa's relationship with the rest of the world is marked by silence
say “wepa” and a stranger becomes your hermano. say “dale” and a crowd becomes your family reunion.
Langston Hughes, 1902 - 1967
Like our last names were made of barbed wire, stripping the flesh of those trying to conquer the meanings in their mouths.
Warning: Listening to these performances will empower you!