Atlanta, GA – Business Trip

~~~ The little brown girl inside me wonders will those around me acknowledge my presence? Should bellhops be hailing me taxicabs and I the one tipping the staff? Yes madams thrown out to me easily, while I look out the window, to see a rag woman. She pushes a cart clinging with cans people looking […]

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When Sistas Cry

~~~ Like Lady Day, Bessie Smith or me, she sings, “Your Blues Ain’t Like Mine.” It’s cuz, “I’m Waiting to Exhale” in “The Temple of My Familiar.”   We’re “Daughters of the Dust” who are “Possessing the Secrets of Joy” as we contend with, “Disappearing Acts” before “Jumping the Broom.”   So, like “Jazz” life […]

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