For Women-Ursula Rucker
Thursday, April 14, 2011
For Women
My skin I brown
My hair is platinum blonde, today
Burgundy tomorrow
My nails is long
I know no sorrow, cause
Ain't nothing I care to know, but…
where my check so I can get my tix for the Jay-Z show
And
I do aspire to be a video-ho do
and I know
Pop-eye got shot last night
But
that's how it go, in da ghetto
in da ghetto
What do they call me?
Read the tattoo on the left breast
My name is…Lexxus
yeah girl
my name is…Lexxus
get it right
My hair is platinum blonde, today
Burgundy tomorrow
My nails is long
I know no sorrow, cause
Ain't nothing I care to know, but…
where my check so I can get my tix for the Jay-Z show
And
I do aspire to be a video-ho do
and I know
Pop-eye got shot last night
But
that's how it go, in da ghetto
in da ghetto
What do they call me?
Read the tattoo on the left breast
My name is…Lexxus
yeah girl
my name is…Lexxus
get it right
My skin was young, so young
It burned and tore
My hair was pressed and curled
and tied with ribbons that Sunday morn
September 15, 1963
I screamed
In the basement of the church, I screamed
The last day I would ever see
Ma and Pa would never know the woman I would grow up to be
I was an involuntary offering for humanity
Why did they hate me?
Why dey hate me, so, so, sooo
What did they call me?
Four Little Girls
Four Little Girls
It burned and tore
My hair was pressed and curled
and tied with ribbons that Sunday morn
September 15, 1963
I screamed
In the basement of the church, I screamed
The last day I would ever see
Ma and Pa would never know the woman I would grow up to be
I was an involuntary offering for humanity
Why did they hate me?
Why dey hate me, so, so, sooo
What did they call me?
Four Little Girls
Four Little Girls
My skin is tough
This woman
This
Lunch and home, mistake and love maker
double shift worker
sometimes warrior, sometimes weak
This wife
This single soldier
God-given, God fearing, God doubting
This, bearer of wisdom and fruit and pain
This
once girl…sometimes still
saint, sinner, teacher, multi-tasker, friend, this everyday wonder
This…woman
This…nation-builder
This…raiser of leaders, of losers, of babies, of boys who will become men
Girls who will become women
This…woman
Some call me mama
Hey mama
Hey mama
Hey mama
This woman
This
Lunch and home, mistake and love maker
double shift worker
sometimes warrior, sometimes weak
This wife
This single soldier
God-given, God fearing, God doubting
This, bearer of wisdom and fruit and pain
This
once girl…sometimes still
saint, sinner, teacher, multi-tasker, friend, this everyday wonder
This…woman
This…nation-builder
This…raiser of leaders, of losers, of babies, of boys who will become men
Girls who will become women
This…woman
Some call me mama
Hey mama
Hey mama
Hey mama
My eyes are a rainbow
I reflect the spectrum
I have seen much
My heart weighs heavy
Even with joy I feel so much
My hair is electric
I am ablaze, I am the source
I can feed you or starve you
Breath life into you or bleed you
I can fuck you or love you
I don't care how they call me
I know who I is
Call me…
crazy, divine, Ma'at, true honeybun, Supreme Pontifica, electric lady, holy prostitute
I don't care what you call me
I know who I is
I know who I is
I know who I is
I know who I is
I is…
Mammy, mulatto, welfare mom
Matriarch, mid-wife
I IS
I reflect the spectrum
I have seen much
My heart weighs heavy
Even with joy I feel so much
My hair is electric
I am ablaze, I am the source
I can feed you or starve you
Breath life into you or bleed you
I can fuck you or love you
I don't care how they call me
I know who I is
Call me…
crazy, divine, Ma'at, true honeybun, Supreme Pontifica, electric lady, holy prostitute
I don't care what you call me
I know who I is
I know who I is
I know who I is
I know who I is
I is…
Mammy, mulatto, welfare mom
Matriarch, mid-wife
I IS
New artwork and announcement
Hello all! Here I am once again sharing my latest painting. I used oil pastel, acrylic, and glass beads gel for this piece. I'm still having trouble naming my pieces. I'm just not into that.
So I have great news. Well.... I decided to apply for art school. *Throws e-confetti*
I realize that I've been kidding myself and that working in an office just doesn't satisfy my soul. With that said, since I don't have a background in art, I enrolled in a non for profit school of painting and will start sessions next week. I figured that's the best way for me to work on my portfolio. So yes I'm really doing this. I'm very nervous about it because I don't have a BFA thus I have no idea if I'll be able to get into a MFA program. I don't know. We'll see what happens.
I finally feel like I'm being on purpose...it just feels so natural
Results-new art
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Completed this one today while suffering from strep throat. Been so sick this year. I used to be someone who rarely gets sick. Going to the hospital so many times this year made me realize how screwed up and inefficient our (Americans) health care system truly is. Anyhoo, I don't have much energy to get into the politics of it all. On the brighter side, I took this day to focus on completing one of the many uncompleted art pieces I have chilling in the corner of my room. I collaged the background with magazine paper, cut the subject and mod podged it on the magazine collage. I like how it came out. However, this shall remain unnamed for now...
18x24 Oil Pastel collage
Have a Happy Sun-Day!
18x24 Oil Pastel collage
Have a Happy Sun-Day!
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