Our music would never leave us
When the music ruled the airwaves
Air and Ground lost meaning
All became one
This, here, the movement of the body
Meant that we had truly left the harvest at the barn
The chicken could crackle all night
The cows could moo, the cats could purr
The showers of rain would come and go, we would not stop dancing
We would not stop beating our bare feet against the ground
Till our heels came to bleeding,
Till saliva spurt from our mouths in shameful, uncontrollable ways
Till our hearts beat with ecstasy
These were the repeated chords of our music
Gyration
Vibration
Repeated tunes of a chord
We would be on on our knees, pleading,
Prostate, heads facing the sky
Madness, Imploration, A longing for former days
The looming conflict with our neighbors over the grazing fields could wait
The wife who left would come back
As the brew passed around, and the heavy men of the tribe, sipped and nodded heads in agreement
As the old women dressed the next dancers
Those of us that were light and in no need for jewelry and embellishments,
Danced with our souls
Like mad creatures from another planet
Our bodies blended together into nothingness
Our essence was in our existence, right there, right then, on the dance floor
The depth of our souls knew no boundaries
Our hearts found solace in unknown, foreign lands
The rising dust settled any wariness
This was the time, the place. There was nowhere else
When the flute man started us on a new tune, we screamed and rolled on the floor.
“This is our sooong.” and we huddled up in bundles, huddled up in a queue
When dawn came, and the drummer packed his wares to go
We would go home with the talk of the dance on our lips
Today had been wonderful. Today had been the best dance of all
Until the next one,
We would sing for rain
We would sing for lovers
We would sing when visitors from far away lands came to our land
We would sing our children to sleep
We would sing the demons away
We would sing to our ancestors, ask them to heal our land, ask them to give us plenty harvest again
By the river and in the fields.
We would sing
After all, this was our music. This was our land.
~Inspired by Fireboy DML #Vibration. #Afro-Life
