reMembering Mulatta
By Christy Sampson-Kelly
Copyright 2011 Christy Sampson-Kelly
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Cover Textile Art 2011 Genevieve Sampson
*****
Dedication
This
is dedicated to my rebelliously reasonable parents for going against
the script and obliterating, for me, this notion of choosing.
Through their gracious allowance of my existence and growth within my
in-between-ness, I continually become without diminishing any one of
my-selves.
*****
Section
1: Once Bound
Manuscript
I
Hope not to be Forgotten
Knowing
The
Exchange of a Whisper
Section2:
Mis-placed
Come
Home
A
Cry in the Dark
Deflecting
Truth
Vulnerability
Lass
Observation
A
Love not of this Earth
Sleepless
Night
Section
3: Re-dis-cover(y)
Ensueño
Other-Than-Tragic
Mulatta
Sigh
Re-birth
Unfinished
Visits by Accident
Section
4: Repentance
Junior
High Cafeteria
Many
Choice
Wish
Arrears
Back
Seat Meditation
Deliverance
Section
5: A Reclaiming
Waking
in Winter
The
Poetics of Progeny
Sacrificial
Mounds
This
Day
Ei's
Fire
Forgotten
Bodies
Vision
of Cailleach
Mosaic
Death
of the Great Writer
In ever changing
conversation
collectively
we delve into present realities,
new
awareness exposed.
In
repetition,
boredom erased,
- more awe
- more wonder
-
more dis-covered.
The weightless
thread
that attaches my-self
to original understanding
still
welcome.
Its
litheness
compels past re-turns
fresh with
possibility,
unwritten the time before.
Where do I fit
in
this mended world
stitched together by my people?
This world
of
beautiful mahogany
so smooth and rich
one could get lost
in
the feel of it.
This world
of
dark knowing eyes
with knowledge so deep
that diving in
merely
allows one
to tread at its surface.
This world
of
thick, dense kinks
cropped short
revealing intricacy,
strength
of character.
Where do I fit
with
my buttery complexion
and devilish eyes,
with my
overabundance
of sandy colored curls?
This I ask
in
full support
of the reclaiming,
as mere reminder
that I
exist.
The twist of
thinking’s experience
begins belief’s meander
for
transcendent conceivers,
inescapably great thinkers.
While sauntering in
gracious anticipation
of the welcoming,
understanding’s
verdant reach
acceptance’s embrace.
Pondering how
unmistakably heart-wrenching
it is to know.
somehow
it is
different
although i can’t be sure
my moves
definitely
more intended
carefully constructed
to reveal only my true self
entering
it is
unadulterated black
the moonless night
of a veiled village
troubled
i step
in neither direction
for fear of losing
gently
a cool
breeze
carrying your voice
tantalizes my spirit
reaching far
inside
to existing places forgotten
drawing me deeper
i
let it lead me
the essence of
those
entering before
rushes through me
offering
promises
escorting warnings
images of my own
experience
so meticulously concealed
confront me
urging my
retreat
reaching with-in
you
are there
eyes, penetrating
skin, glistening sable
coming closer
We
touch
and suddenly –
all is lucid.