ego tripping

i was sitting here watching an episode of "a different world" today and it struck something. it's the one where the ladies of hillman are celebrating black women thru history and whitley brings in the mammy painting. i forgot just how big of impact that show really had and the knowledge it gave me. i sat there and watched one of the characters, kimberly reece, recite my favorite poem "ego tripping" by nikki giovanni and i just started to cry. it was the weirdest thing...i just love the idea of the black woman...i love the genius of nikki...and i fear the ignorance of folk who continuously try to tear me down with whack crap like "i didn't know you considered yourself black"...i watched that episode and felt sad that others try to take that pride away from me...just wait until i have a voice...people are gonna learn about their ambiguous sistas and all that being one entails! i'm really being challenged right now and it doesn't help that i have no foundation to stand firm on, but i'm getting there... i really can't wait to see what i do. it's gonna be interesting...and now homage to a hero:

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 Europeto cool my thirst.

My oldest daughter is Nefertiti. The tears from my birth painscreated 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 an 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...


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