Sonia Sanchez

(1934 / Birmingham, Alabama United States)

Present - Poem by Sonia Sanchez

This woman vomiting her
hunger over the world
this melancholy woman forgotten
before memory came
this yellow movement bursting forth like
coltrane's melodies all mouth
buttocks moving like palm tress,
this honeycoatedalabamianwoman
raining rhythm to blue/black/smiles
this yellow woman carrying beneath her breasts
pleasures without tongues
this woman whose body waves
desert patterns,
this woman wet with wandering,
reviving the beauty of forests and winds
is telling you secrets
gather up your odors and listen
as she sings the mold from memory.

there is no place
for a soft / black / woman.
there is no smile green enough or
summertime words warm enough to allow my growth.
and in my head
i see my history
standing like a shy child
and i chant lullabies
as i ride my past on horseback
tasting the thirst of yesterday tribes
hearing the ancient/black/woman
me, singing hay-hay-hay-hay-ya-ya-ya.
hay-hay-hay-hay-ya-y a-ya.
like a slow scent
beneath the sun
and i dance my
creation and my grandmothers gathering
from my bones like great wooden birds
spread their wings
while their long/legged/laughter
stretched the night.
and i taste the
seasons of my birth. mangoes. papayas.
drink my woman/coconut/milks
stalk the ancient grandfathers
sipping on proud afternoons
walk like a song round my waist
tremble like a new/born/child troubles
with new breaths
and my singing
becomes the only sound of a
blue/black/magical/woman. walking.
womb ripe. walking. loud with mornings. walking.
making pilgrimage to herself. walking.


Comments about Present by Sonia Sanchez

  • Drtony BrahminDrtony Brahmin (9/13/2019 3:46:00 PM)

    his melancholy woman forgotten
    before memory came
    this yellow movement bursting forth like
    coltrane's melodies all mouth.. very fine images. poetical. tony
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  • Drtony BrahminDrtony Brahmin (5/1/2019 12:58:00 AM)

    his woman wet with wandering,
    reviving the beauty of forests and winds
    is telling you secrets
    gather up your odors and listen
    as she sings the mold from memory... a very fine poem. tony
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  • Lungelo S MbuyaziLungelo S Mbuyazi (5/29/2018 1:45:00 PM)

    Strong images poetical created...nice poem (Report)Reply

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  • Edward Kofi LouisEdward Kofi Louis (5/29/2018 2:50:00 AM)

    Pleasures without tongues! !

    Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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  • Mahtab BangaleeMahtab Bangalee (5/29/2018 1:27:00 AM)

    something as like as phenomenal woman! (Report)Reply

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  • Bernard F. AsuncionBernard F. Asuncion (5/29/2018 1:21:00 AM)

    Such a wonderful write by Sonia Sanchez👍👍👍 (Report)Reply

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  • Kayode Are (1/20/2018 3:35:00 AM)

    Great appreciation of a lady singing blues. A magical revival. (Report)Reply

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  • Rajnish MangaRajnish Manga (7/19/2016 9:24:00 AM)

    Emphatic positioning of the status of coloured women in the society all over the world. Thanks.
    ]]] here is no place
    for a soft / black / woman.
    making pilgrimage to herself. walking.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 19, 2016


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