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"What’s Goin on?"
(for marvin April 2, 1939 – April 1, 1984)
This is a call and response.
You were once my Pride & Joy, living
somewhere near the edge of heaven
must have sent you from above
We danced in your butter milk midnight love
Under inner city blue skies
And unspoken lies
We lived in the funky space
reincarnation of here, my dear .
Just like music…
What is goin on?
I'll Be Doggone if I let you go without a fight.
Let you slip from my memory like you
did from our sight in one foolish night
I remember a time when we held on tight
for life
Ain't it Peculiar?
How we love?
How we live?
For a moment, a season, without reason
I guess That’s the Way Love is
We trace the steps of strangers
Planning our routes around danger
Mistakes
Accidents
Fear.
Please my dear tell me.
What is goin’ on?
If I Could only Build My Whole
World Around You
I would, without a thought
The way your Precious Love lit up a room
your smile tasted of freshly baked bread.
All I Need to Get By.
All I want is to try and learn
from your pain.
A Troubled Man, who stands next to
A long unbroken chain of disdain.
I ask you what is goin’ on? –
What’s Goin On?
Many would say we Got to Give It Up
That there’s no plan for redemption
No chance for reparation,
we are broken things now.
Faux fur and skin… soul-less dolls
fake painted porcelain
But Ain't Nothing Like the Real
Thing, baby.
So I say -- What is goin’ on?
How Sweet It Is To Be Loved,
and you are, Nature Boy, so
naturally fly high.
I Heard It Through the Grapevine
That your secrets are the reasons why
buried beneath the mountains,
high enough to discourage Mercy
Mercy me,
the Ecology of you
Is undiscoverable, inexplicable,
Irresistible, Sexual
Healing my permanent scars
Temporarily for the seconds
Between the notes in your stride
Along for the ride
We listen and quietly
ask our selves…
What is
Goin’ on?
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“Mother Earth and Sun”
It can be as simple as the sun rises to help its family grow:
to love each other,
nurture the land, mind and heart.
Respect for the soil that I am: Queen.
Reflection of God, the sun, the soil and your hand.
Did I dig deep enough? Well it has been along time for us.
You may think it’s not in your memory, but it’s definitely in our blood. Queen, sunshine, soil, love, part of the reproductive system.
Sweet chocolate from heaven, God’s love reflection—in your eyes.
Bitter sweet man, my King, respect you shall receive.
One of the sistas that remember: I am a Queen.
Brothas, please remember it runs through our blood.
I’ll give you some of my love by bringing your spirit up
when it falls in the dark hole.
Not only my words can explain,
my spirit, the sun, skin, love and simply the facts
that you are a King and I am a Queen.
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Shana King, Spoken Word Artist
Shana King majors in Communication/Journalism and minors in writing at St. John Fisher College. She has been in major events in Rochester, NY, including Artwalk Alive, The Clothesline Art Festival, Erotic Nights and many other events. She has also interned at Writers & Books as a public relations writer.
King has been writing poetry for 10 years and reciting poetry for eight years. She uses poetry as a platform to spread love.
“Words can heal and people are the change,” King said.
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