20 January 2012

"Birth of Sistella Black"

a new poem, work in progress:

The Birth of Sistella Black
(in response to the question -- "what are you?")


The question, then the stare
I begin with a smile and exhale

Cause maybe you just see a tattoo’ed freak with locs
Or a racially ambiguous, ethnic something or other
But what happens when you hear me speak or discover I am a learned woman
Do I become more than…  my marked-immigrant-colored-body?

I am female-bodied human, Gendered She
Light-skinned, Multiracial Black
Caribbean born, Raised up in Fyah

I am grandaughter of Mabel Sistella Charles and Viola Nixon
I am great grandaughters of Mamas Willabie Black and Mary Burrows Lee
I am daughter of Kim Grace Louise Howard

I am a reflection of my ancestors
especially the ones I never met in the flesh
I am golden light in accents
yellow, brown, red, and black

I am the color that makes some feel safe
I am the underbelly of shame and desire
of what you do not remember.

I am hypervisible yet you do not see me.
I am coming out and up for air everyday.

I am the flip side
the pink of a conch shell
the layers you pull open only to discover
what is silent

I am what you cannot ignore any longer
I am the product of colonial mishaps
and inconvenient, no other choice, sexual relations

I am the sistah soldier in the struggle
rocking your world
disrupting your imagination
fueling your fantasies

I am remaking and renaming myself
I am Sistella Black


I have carved on my skin lineage of meanings
of who I am, making you see me

I have studied and read, written and learned
shared and transformed by, transforming knowledges

I am light and love manifesting conscious vibration
I am blessed, opportunities grasped and ridden high

I am all that I dream of being
sexy and spirit centered

I am evolving and growing
the storm of revolution

I am sister and daughter of the earth
orange moon goddess under sun’scape showers
communing with forests and troubled sweet waters
I am what makes you feel discomfort


I am years of education
I am questioning, critical, idealistic, cynical
hopeful even when there is none

I am same sex loving, bisexual and queer
I am freak nasty, vibrating on high poly-rythmic freak-quencies

I am love dancing and fucking
under a wolf’s full moon
sistah to the night's warm healing touch

I am daughter of Oshun reflecting Erzulie
I am star gazing, moon worshipping, night loving, conjure woman

I am wrapped in histories and herstories
of my people, never forgetting
where I come from

I have done things to get here
you will never understand

I am dark and dangerous, loving and creating
in spite of you, holding the earth, humanity’s elements
spirits close        to me


Soulful said...


It's Alvarez. From back in Gville some years back. This poem: beautiful perfection.
Thank you.

Angelique said...

Alvarez! So good to hear from you...

Thank you for reading my poem and blessing conscious vibration with all this love!

peace & light!

she'lz said...

beautiful spirit song. can't wait to see where the final notes land.

Solangé said...

Great, passionate poem, Angelique. Full of life an rhythm, thank you! Solange

Rakiba said...

I LOVE THIS POEM ...you've said it all and I feel I KNOW you "Sistella"