The show was exciting, and I left immensely inspired by all of the artists who participated in the show with me. I'm still getting high on that inspiration nearly a week later.
Some friends have asked to read the poem I shared, so here it is. It's the story of a woman I met in April off of Nolensville Road.
Amira in America
her apartment is always black
lights or food—
she can choose only one
three almond-skinned boys
only one an American baby
soil in his favor
but soil produces no
food no job no chance no light
soil keeps her begging
reaching roots fight
ground of gravel, of gray stone
arms stretch toward the ones
fastening their Bible belts
speaking through smiles, blessing her heart
language now her border
she prefers her story
to these stuttered beggar phrases
extra-terrestrial words
i need job
my boys not eat
please don’t forget me
back home she taught school
owned a store, spoke in
full sentences
she danced by a river
like the Cumberland
but regal, ancient—the soul-deep Nile
home of whispered prayers
home where she feared believing
home where she cradled two boys
against her belly—
the incubator of a
boy ordained for new soil—
and glared down the
barrel of options aimed at her heart:
stay home or survive
she could choose only one
May 2010
3 comments:
Ciona -- You are amazing. I loved hearing it in person and reading it gives me a chance for greater reflection. A talent to put words to paper like you do. Peace, my dear friend. Anna
Thanks, Anna! I pray now that I can somehow use it to help the family who inspired this piece.
brings me to tears!
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