I always wondered what Adam and Eve’s
first conversation was like.
Perhaps I might gain insight
into what I need to
get this thing right.
I mean, was he surprised when first he
opened his eyes to realize this beautiful
black woman was by his side?
Providing him peace the way that angels
do, like she taught the angels too; just
watching him sleep, you know how women
do? Let you rest while guarding the worst
parts of you.
Was it difficult for Adam to admit this to
be true or did he, for pride sake, hold it
all in the way men today do?
Did they run through the garden like
little-colored children in Pacoima or
Harlem? With not a care in the world,
with GOD, nothing could harm them.
In the place of pick tails, did Eve wear
those corn rolls or that stylish wild afro?
You know how sistas roll bro!?
I ask myself to bring it all back,
Did Adam teach Eve about the struggle
To have her reply on another level?
Did she warn him that his homeboy
was the devil?
Did Adam know that there’s some
fruit you gotta let go to get grown?
Did Eve commit to being his backbone
if so, did it last long?
Even when he became a beast in the
streets to keep the gas on?
Did GOD hold him more responsible
for the Moorish home?
I know I’m grown but did the angels
whisper in Adams’ heart to get his
grown ass home?
When he crashed through the door
was she there as before?
Smiling with them full lips and standing
with them sista hips outlining that sundress
she had on? Tell me I’m wrong?
Wasn’t heaven found right there at home?
It’s tribalism, village community, the sun,
moon and stars are the babies that make
the you in me; the type of realization that
brings a man to his knees.
Prioritize what he needs and make him
see the worth in things. This is the type
of realization that makes a man a king,
and it’s a woman’s awareness of her
value that make her queen…
I wonder what Adam and Eves first
conversation was like…
Can you feel what I mean?
© Kesau’c N. Hill
Excerpt from his book Serengeti Noise
About the Author
Kesau’c N. Hill is an ex-gang member who, at the age of sixteen, was convicted of murder and sentenced to serve 15-years to Life in the California Department of Corrections. Fighting became a lifestyle that would accompany the gang world deathstyle. However, he would soon be mentored by an English teacher named John Murphy who saw past his tough guy exterior into something explosively creative.
He introduced him to the art of poetry and the power of the spoken word. He’d use that power to his advantage when his life serving Life became too difficult to bear. By defiantly writing poetry all over his prison cell walls “meaning” and “Passion” was discovered, hope and a sound vision was realized. Quite literally, poetry saved his life.
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