One of my favorite joints from Nikki.
Wishing you a perfect peace in your slumber, Sister.
Wishing you a perfect peace in your slumber, Sister.
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This poem captivated me in my youth.Ego Tripping (there may be a reason why)
Nikki Giovanni
1943 – 2024
I was born in the congo
I walked to the fertile crescent and built
the sphinx
I designed a pyramid so tough that a star
that only glows every one hundred years falls
into the center giving divine perfect light
I am bad
I sat on the throne
drinking nectar with allah
I got hot and sent an ice age to europe
to cool my thirst
My oldest daughter is nefertiti
the tears from my birth pains
created the nile
I am a beautiful woman
I gazed on the forest and burned
out the sahara desert
with a packet of goat's meat
and a change of clothes
I crossed it in two hours
I am a gazelle so swift
so swift you can't catch me
For a birthday present when he was three
I gave my son hannibal an elephant
He gave me rome for mother's day
My strength flows ever on
My son noah built new/ark and
I stood proudly at the helm
as we sailed on a soft summer day
I turned myself into myself and was
jesus
men intone my loving name
All praises All praises
I am the one who would save
I sowed diamonds in my back yard
My bowels deliver uranium
the filings from my fingernails are
semi-precious jewels
On a trip north
I caught a cold and blew
My nose giving oil to the arab world
I am so hip even my errors are correct
I sailed west to reach east and had to round off
the earth as I went
The hair from my head thinned and gold was laid
across three continents
I am so perfect so divine so ethereal so surreal
I cannot be comprehended
except by my permission
I mean . . . I . . . can fly
like a bird in the sky . . .
Copyright © 1968 by Nikki Giovanni
Another Maya Angelou gone….RIP.
Question: Are we raising the next generation of great minds?
I remember hearing her speak at my college and all I can say is I was absolutely stunned with the knowledge she was dropping. She was a real one for sure.
Can yall talk more about your experiences?Man had an awesome opportunity to hear her at a commencement at my alma mater right after the turn of the century…real treat…real, real, treat.
Now, you can rest.
Rest in Power.
Another Maya Angelou gone….RIP.
Question: Are we raising the next generation of great minds?
No doubt. It was born of an era where we were reclaiming the dignity, truth, history and relevance that had been stolen and withheld from us.This poem captivated me in my youth.
I was thinking the same thingI'm surprised this has not yet been stickied @Camille