Notes: Save Your Sorry

Save your sorry. One thing I don’t need is any more apologies. I got sorry greeting me at my front door. You can keep yours. I don’t know what to do with them. I’m gonna have to throw some away I can’t get to the clothes in my closet for all the sorries. I’m gonna tack a sign on my door, leave a message by the phone. If you called to say you’re sorry, call somebody else.

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You were always inconsistent doing something and then being sorry. Beating my heart to death talking bout you sorry. Well I will not call, I’m not going to be nice. I will raise my voice, scream and holler, break things and race the engine and tell all your secrets bout yourself to your face. I won’t be sorry for none of it. I loved you on purpose I was open on purpose. I still crave vulnerability and loose talk. I’m not even sorry bout you being sorry. You can carry all the guilt and grime ya wanna just don’t give it to me. – Jo (For Colored Girls)
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Reflection: Womanifesto

Jill Scott, an American poet and song writer

Womanifesto. I have never heard that word before until I listened to one of Jill Scott track from The Light of The Sun album. When I listened to it for the very first time, I was wondering… what is it? Is it a song or a poem? I kept listening to it. I tried to understand every word that she said.

I then searched for its lyrics. This poem just makes me speechless. It is really the voice of a strong opinionated yet determined woman. As a woman, I feel and think the same way. That is  why I am happy to share this poem. It is just beautiful and powerful. This is the voice of a strong opinionated yet determined woman.

Womanifesto by Jill Scott

Clearly I am not a fat ass

I am active brain

And lip smacking peach deep

Sometimes too aggressive in its honesty

And heart sweet

That loves wholly and completely

Whom it may choose

Whom ever it may choose

I am not gonna lie and pacify

I am arms to hold

I am lips to speak

I am a motherfucking “G”

Strong legs that stroll off the 33 bus

Or out of a money green Phantom comfortably

Knees that bend to pray

Clean from Ajax washings

Hair that is thick and soft

Thighs that betwixt

An amazing all expense grand prize

I am eyes that sing

Smile that brightens

Touch that rings

And supplies euphoric release

I am a Grand Dame Queen Beast

I am warm

I am peace

From the roads of Botswana from 23rd Street

From the inside third eye

Ever watching this wicked wicked system of things

I do see

I am friend to pen

And a lover of strong women

A diamond to men

I am curious and interested like children

I welcome the wise to teach

Appreciator of my culture

Thick not just from bone dense and eat

I have a rhythm in my ways

And a practice in my seek

And yes, I do crave the rhythm of my space

With a man that rejoices in God’s Grace

With faith I do hear to listen

Two hands that fist

When forced pushes to shove

And your ego won’t submit

I am gifted

I am all of this

And indeed the shit

Clearly I am not just an ass

I am curious and interested like children [Jill Scott]

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