This weekend marks another revolution around the earth for one of the many powerful souls. Ever an inspiration, my favorite memories of this person are those of dreamers. Laying on beds with magic fabric. Wandering around lakes. Touching the sand and wondering how deep the ocean goes. Loving our people and wanting more for and from them. My sister is beautiful and bold. A powerful, communist, feminist, Black, revolutionary, lesbian, artist- who would as easily laugh off any ridiculous category assigned to her as she would take that label, own it and transform it into something more fabulous than it was before. This weekend we honor ChakaZ. (who has a beautiful blog you should check out: http://chaka85.wordpress.com/) Here’s to you powerful sister and in your honor, I give you this poem. Hope it starts the weekend with love and spirit.
lifting us ever higher
her sonic thoughts dance in circles
around my ear drums
telling me stories.
of future uprisings
revolutions and possibilities
and , indeed, she is like the wheat
in the love she gives us and herself
patient in her stance and mindful sway.