Sonia's Song

By Stacey Tolbert

Sonia write like red clay

Red bone rhymer make me want to create

She read like she know me/we been birthed

out of Yemoja and white cloth some million

years ago…alphabet streams

we travel same universoul rhythms

Her drum beat like tree grown from smart roots

Ancient roots

Now roots

Then roots

Sonia wear glasses but her third eye is uncovered

Psychic lashes bat at new earth

Sonia make me want to write

and poet

and write

and poet

She move like cloud with heels

Jazz on her soul

DANCE

Sonia

DANCE

Sonia

Sonia make me want to write like red clay

Get deep down and dirty

Blood be okay cuz “we”

The griots got

Secret covenant

Promise to write

And poet

And write

And poet  

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Afrikan.  Human. Her words to a dance of Harlem shake meets 40's waltz and dare not be labeled as an everyday spoken word poet. She be griot. Oracle. Orator. Storyteller. Scribe.

Greens and tofu.