Do you know sista?
She gets up at dawn to cook
breakfast for her children;
she bathes in the silence of first
light, heaven like an angel’s glow
soft upon her brown skin.
All that’s heard is an occasional
cling of silverware against porcelain.
She hums some sacred hymn
along with the morning birds.
There’s a rhythm to the sounds
she makes in HER kitchen, something
like jazz music without words.
After she sees her babies off to
school, she walks her daily walk
to the nearest bus stop to almost have
her heart stopped for being forced
into what her heart’s not.
Before boarding, she whispers a
little prayer on their behalf, thanking
the LORD for what she has though she
has no reassuring spouse to even it all out
or hold her through long nights, without
complaint, she takes it all in like,
THIS IS HER FIGHT.
Yet still, she deals with the insanity
of a laboring society that’s giving
birth to a child like me.
Compete she does, in a game where
the rules are to write her off, and her
strength is displayed when she prays for
them… right or wrong…
I know this sista’…
I know her with an understanding
of centuries strength.
I know this sista…
Sometimes I weep for her tearless eyes;
So, through iron & concrete, I’ll be my grandma’s
cries, a victor through her eyes.
© 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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