Dark phrases of womanhood
Of never having been a girl
Half-note scattered without rhythm
Without rhythm
No tune distraught
Her laughter falling over
A black girl's shoulders
lt's funny
Funny
lt's hysterical
The melodylessness of her dance
Don't tell nobody
Don't tell a soul
She's dancing on beer cans and shingles
Beer cans and shingles
This must be the spook house
Another song with no singers
Lyrics, no voices
And uninterrupted solos
Unseen performances
Are we ghouls?
Children of horror?
Children of horror?
The joke?
Don't tell nobody, don't tell a soul
Are we animals?
Have we gone crazy?
Have we gone crazy?
l can't hear anything
But maddening screams
and the soft strains of death
And you promised me
You promised somebody, anybody
Sing a black girl's song
Sing a black girl's song
Bring her out to know herself
To know you
But sing her rhythms caring, struggle
Caring, struggle
Hard times sing her song of life
She's been dead so long
Closed in silence so long
ln silence so long
She doesn't know the sound
Of her own voice, her infinite beauty
She's half-notes scattered without rhythm
No tune
Sing her sighs
Sing the song of her possibilities
Sing a righteous gospel
Let her be born
Let her be bornn and handled warmly
Let her be bornn and handled warmly
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