Thank you to the responses I got, but I am still looking if it comes to
mind for anyone. It was a forwarded email so might not be published
anywhere. It was written before her death. So still, if anyone comes
across this I would appreciate it!
There is a link about something written after her death -
http://www.aigroup83.ca/speeches/She%20said%20NO.pdf
and this amazing poem sent to me......
http://www.blackoutartscollective.com/openmic/?p=9
Like Rosa
Don’t know if anybody told ya,
The 24th of October
That was the day
A Queen Mother died
I never had a chance to meet her
I’ve never heard nothing but good things about her
People I’m depending on you to stand and Salute,
Rosa Parks
Rosa was a golden soul
They told her give up her seat and she said no
And when they tried a revolution was born
This poem is for Rosa
A golden soul Soldier told one to many to give up her dignity
Her seat
Give up self esteem
Her seat
Give up her voice
Her seat
Give up her self- respect
Her seat
Give up her rights
Don’t speak
Don’t read
Give up the future
Her seat
Give up on me
Feet tired,
Mind weary of Jim Crow
Colored versus white folk first and foremost
Supreme ignorance happy to be nappies enemy Klan
My hand shivers in written conversation of her worth to me
My progress and development structured by her perspiration
Her defiance,
A liberating enema after too long suffering emotional constipation
Now I’m tasting freedoms flavor
Like chocolate covered coagulated sacrifices
Courtesy of Maafa Incorporated productions
Associates and I been drunk
On privileged grapes pressed under blistered kinship foot
Then aged in cellars of depravity
Lived borrowed time with no interest guaranteed by her investment in
anticipation of me
Side walked places less traveled by her predecessor
Til she and her liken to an architect opened dirt roads
Paving me an asphalted foundation
Now I but google search the map questing for places
To be a figment of her imagination
A physical manifestation of…
What a daydream she must have had on a bus in Klu Klux Kountry
She thought of me, myself esteemed and I
The yet to be
When mirrors talk they speak to me
My tears rip tides like the Mississippi breaks levies
And floods my personal Madigras
Forcing me to remember why I sing an African Creole Caribbean
redemption song
Why I can dance until the ancestors tell the rain to come and go
Why the lord sayeth:
Victory is mine
Why the meek be the strongest and in due time
they will be the ones who’ll survive to receive this inheritance
This poem is for Rosa
Love brought me home to pen this
When radio told me she passed
Gas tanks on a quarter pasted the oil prices too damn high
And the Bible,Torah and Koran been telling you no lies
It’s an emergency like 911 and a the sky is falling
The birth place of Ibrahim is at war
A.I.D.S, S.A.R.S and nuclear core reactors acting genocidal
Maniacs and catholic pediphiliacs preying on the future
Health and welfare fare well for the wealthy
New Orleans exposed lady liberties dirty drawers
Her “Victorious” Secrets
Like yesterdays underwear unchanged
When Katrina rained on her parade
A fury scorned Hurricane after…
Her came earths quaking
And it never rained in southern California while the fires raged
Quiet voices urged a mother to drop her children in the water naked
Brothers are killing brothers everyday
The Prison Industrial Complex keeps humans in storage for profit
It makes cents to warehouse hue-mans
Using a 13th amendment privilege
Addicts with pipes, syringe, bottles, beer cans and paraphernalia in
hand
self induce comatose
Ipods say it loud over and over
Billboards make it so visual
For their posterity
Do ordain and establish themselves an independent lot
Jesus walked barefoote
d outdoors and…
Congregations stomp on hardwood and carpet floors and…
In his name they sing loudest
to bring in tithes to rebuild the church
But brothers can’t reconstruct their lives if…
“Don’t you come in here defiling Gods house wearing those
construction boots”
White T’s and throwbacks need not apply
Even if it’s my Sunday best
But pink shirts, business suits and ties tell lies to visionaries
All that glitters ain’t of the father
the son or the holy spirit
Hearing the word should make a man strong not feminine
And the lion shall lay with the lamb sends a mixed message
If illustrated and/or narrated by a false prophet
Some take the initiative to base there faith on neighborhood
evangelist
no better than those on late night crystal cathedrals
selling blessings in a hand baskets
This is hell and I’m feeling it
Tell Mary, Jesus and Joseph,
Moses, Muhammad, Buhda,
Chrishna, Oshun, Salasi,
Amon Rah, Allah,
Elohim, Jehovah Jirah, The Christ, God
Don’t you weep
Rosa sat on that bus firm and sweet
On my mind firm and sweet
On My-Story firm and sweet
Like a __mocha sugar cube
Dissolving into my being
Evolving Black and American History
An essential vitamin
She is our DNA now
What was and is needed to make us grow up strong
Rosa be Broccoli, and Brussels Sprouts
Hard to swallow
But you love the taste now
Feed it too you children now
Puree it for your babies now
She is as natural as breast milk now
Rosa is Air and Ancestor
Anointed
This poem is for Rosa
No, “I will not be moved” like Rosa
I won’t give up
Won’t sell out
Saying “Hell to the Nah” like Rosa
I’m “Just Saying No” like Rosa
http://www.blackoutartscollective.com/openmic/?p=9
Like Rosa,
I’m living this life
This poetry like Rosa
This poem is for Rosa
I never had a chance to meet her
I’ve never heard nothing but good things about her
People I’m depending on you to stand and Salute,
The Queen Mother Rosa Parks
Rosa was a golden soul
They told her give up her seat and she said no
And when they tried a revolution was born
Rest At Peace
Ó Copyrightsreserved Michael Bonds Oct. 2005
Kelly Delamater, Media Clerk
Central Alternative School
1550 Pebblebrook Circle
Mableton, GA 30126
770.819.2414 x228
kelly.delamater@cobb12.org
>>> Kelly Delamater <Kelly.Delamater@COBBK12.ORG> 2/1/2008 12:26 PM
>>>
I know that if it is out there, one of you will have it!
A few years back there was a great poem being circulated via email
about Rosa Parks. It was not long, very powerful, and ended with
something like "all because one women said no". Does this ring a bell
with anyone?
Thank you! I'll post what I get.
Kelly Delamater, Media Clerk
Central Alternative School
1550 Pebblebrook Circle
Mableton, GA 30126
770.819.2414 x228
kelly.delamater@cobb12.org
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