Monday, November 30, 2009

The Lady in Green

somebody almost walked off wid alla my stuff
not my poems or a dance i gave up in the street
but somebody almost walked off wid alla my stuff
like a kleptomaniac workin hard & forgettin while stealin
this is mine
this aint yr stuff
now why don't you put me back & let me hang out in my own self
somebody almost walked off wit alla my stuff
& didn't care enuf to send a note home sayin
i was late for my solo conversation
or two sizes to small for my own tacky skirts
what can anybody do wit somethin of no value on a open market
did you getta dime for my things
hey man
where are you goin wid alla my stuff
this is a woman’s trip & i need my stuff to ohh & ahh abt
daddy I gotta mainline number from my own shit
now wontchu put me back& let me play this duet
wit this silver ring in my nose
honest to god
somebody almost run off wit alla my stuff
& i didnt bring anythin but the kick & sway of it
the perfect ass for my man & none of it is theirs
this is mine
ntozake 'her own things'
that's my name
now give me my stuff
i see ya hidin my laugh
& how i sit wif my legs open sometimes
to give my crotch some sunlight
& there goes my love my toes my chewed up finger nails
wif the curls in yr hair
mr. louisiana hot link
i want my stuff back
my rhytums & my voice
open my mouth
& let me talk ya outta
throwin my shit in the sewar
is some delicate leg & whimsical kiss
gotta have to give to my choice
without you runnin off wit alla my shit
now you cant have me less i give me away
& i waz doin all that
til ya run off on a good thing
who is this you left me wit
some simple bitch widda bad attitude
i wants my things
i want my arm wit the hot iron scar
& my leg wit the flea bite
i want my calloused feet & quik language back in my mouth
fried plantains
pineapple pear juice
sun-ra & joseph & jules
i want my own things
how i lived them
& give me my memories
how i waz when i waz there
you cant have them or do nothin wit them
stealin my shit from me
dont make it yrs
makes it stolen
somebody almost run off wit alla my stuff
& i waz standin there
lookin at myself
the whole time
& it waznt a spirit took my stuff
waz a man whose ego walked round like Rodan's shadow
waz a man faster n my innocence
waz a lover
i made too much room for
almost run off wit alla my stuff
& i didnt know i'd give it up so quik
& the one runnin wit it
don't know he got it
& i'm shoutin this is mine
& he dont know he got it
my stuff is the anonymous ripped off treasure of the year
did you know somebody almost got away wit me
me in a plastic bag under their arm
me danglin on a string of personal carelessness
i'm spattered wit mud & city rain
& no i didnt get a chance to take a douche
hey man
this is not your perogative
i gotta have me in my pocket
to get round like a good woman shd
& make the poem in the pot or the chicken in the dance
what i got to do
i gotta get my stuff to do it to
why dont ya find yr own things
& leave this package of me for my destiny
what ya got to get from me
i'll give it to ya
i'll give it to ya
round 5:00 in the winter
when the sky is blue-red
& Dew City is gettin pressed
if it's really my stuff
ya gotta give it to me
if ya really want it
i'm the only one
can handle it

From the choreopoem For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide When the Rainbow is Enuf by Ntozake Shange ("En-toh-zaa-kay Shong-ey")

The thing is, you are the person you are. People can only do so much to you; beyond that, you can always reclaim yourself, you can try yet again to be the person you always dreamt of being. You are the sum of your intentions more than you can ever be the sum of your actions. So, I believe, it's never too late to try again to be that wonderful person you are so capable of being.

Love you.


Gayatri said...

- Didn't have the patience to read the whole poem..:b
- But the passage ...truly inspiring...and consoling :)
- Yeah its never too late to start being ur dreams ....cheers
- love u for those words....

Sue said...

Gayatri -- It's a performance piece that takes a good five minutes but I hope you do read it some day. Read it aloud, you'll find it has a lovely, dance-y rhythm to it.

Saya said...

This was beautiful Sue. Especially
'I want my own things
how i lived them
& give me my memories
how i waz when i waz there
you cant have them or do nothin wit them'

kochab said...

What a lovely poem! And what an lovely thought in the paragraph below that!Too many people have made me feel like a crappy person lately, this is just the pick me up I need.

Subhashree said...

It has a rhythm and lyrics are repetitive that it brings out the anguish and pride at the same time. Lovely feminist piece Susie.

GettingThereNow said...
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GettingThereNow said...

The para after the poem spoke to me Sue. HUGS. It is SO true. And the line "You are the sum of your intentions..." is THE BEST I have ever read. Inspiring.

AD said...

Hello, first time here and liked the poem. Difficult to read but got the hang of it, half way through. And a very apt conclusion to the message in the poem!
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Sue said...

Saya -- Yes, that's one of my favourite bits too.

Kochab -- Good.

Subha -- You must read the whole thing, dude. Available on Flipkart. A bit expensive for one play but it's entirely worth adding to your library.

Cee -- Thank you. I must remember to read it myself when I feel low. *sigh*

AD -- Welcome. Always glad to see a new commentor. :)