She Sacred
Questions constantly cloud . . .
How come women can only make friends at school, work, or church? Why are all religions like cults? Why do women hold each other down?
in and out of sound, questions round by pound,
seeking to be found
with men not one another
not knowing how to commune, love one another . . . no communion yet in unison we search for love
How did we get here?
early in life. . . the Divine Woman, the stage in the evolution of workshop . . . found in sculptures, engravings, paintings . . .
Male uprising led to male domination destroying Goddess based religions . . .
But even those today who follow Allah, Jehovah, Jesus . . . have ancestors who worshipped the Divine Woman
patriarchy dominating materialism penetrating not evaluating our Divine connection to Earth
not seeing She who carries life, pushes life to birth as Sacred
from love to power (hungry)
fear of domination, control
the sun meets an orange moon
purple blue grey skies
fire in our hearts, pollution in our minds, restless spirits
confused children, overstimulated mis-used technology
simplify to open space, safe space, embrace
my face on myspace old news new look on facebook
not a good look but we so shook bout the lies we cook to mute our intuition
Created to have free will yet we continue to choose to belong to groups that restrict and control us
Has Islam set you free? Has Judaism set you free? Has Christianity set you free?Has Buddha, Yoruba, Santaria, Orisha, Rastafari, Jehovah, Jesus, Yahweh set you free?
Not to offend just trying to mend broken minds and lighten blind hearts
living religiously sounds like slavery
shackled up from omni-spirituality
even our "new-age" ideas narrow our paradigm
so I take pieces of the peace of each to create my foundation
envisioning conscious evolution innovation
We fear that which we claim to want
real freedom means communal responsibility, democracy
theological theory thesis those of them to
will wonder when we
became bored barren blind backwards
validly vulnerable vividly void vibrant vicious villians
miseducating misleading misguiding misunderstanding
going gleefully geared gratification
Wait! Let me make this message clear!
Religious egocentrism is just as bad as sexism
I don't discuss racism so much because I question if we can celebrate the Divinity of Colors when we can't Celebrate the Divinity, Equally in Feminine and Masculine
Does it matter if we stop prejudging one another based on the color of our skin and the differences in our culures while we continue to degrade the Divine Feminine?
He chained, She contained, He chained, She contained, He chained, She contained, She chained , He contained, She chained, He contained, She chained
He restless, She powerless, He restless, She powerless, He restless, She powerless . . .
He waits, She wanders, He waits, She wanders, He waits, She wanders . . .
He watches
He watches the re-emergence of that which is Sacred, the other side of spirituality, not powerless but Goddess
She Sacred
(c) 9/18/07
Graffiti for the Ghetto Instead of dead bodies drawn in chalk outlines I want to see graffiti when I look out my window Instead of homegirls with hand grenades I want graffiti in my ghetto Like Lupe Fiasco Hip Hop Saved My Life Instead of losing myself in little boys I was dancing to JJ Fad & Salt-n-Pepa My window faces a brick wall But I forget to tell you about the graffiti on it (C) Angelika Peacock 4/27/08 | American Woman I am only parts manufactured, packaged product bought, sold, borrowed, thrown away Imprisoned Smoking cigarettes and drinking wine by noon while my husband's at work my daughter hides in the pantry with secondary stupers from my addictions Patriarchy looks like women trying to be men The army's in my kitchen Make up on my face as I'm tied and handcuffed my breasts in the stove, my vagina's in the frig . . . make a meal of me My husband's got a gig so he can by a car a machine he values more than me But I continue to straighten my hair, pluck my eyebrows, and wear my body shapers hoping he'll love me
No Feminist Movement For Me There was no feminist movement for black women We weave our hair and paint ourselves into existence still no one cares night cream instead of nightmares psychological stress, physical pain chocolate rain We are more like fish than we know librate aunbt jemima put a black power fist in her belly we want you to penetrate pregnancy changes our lives impregnate us with empowerment not neglect and abandonment
This Exhibit Made Me Think! Question: How do you see yourself? Answer: Venus Question: Can we dance with mirrors? Answer: Naked Question: Is there something on your face? Answer: Angel heart burned in rock Question: How do you feel? Answer: Hands all over me Question: What is the meaning of life? Answer: Oyster Question: What is the meaning of love? Answer: Pearl * all above inspired by WACK! Art and Feminist Revolution art exhibit at the PS 1 MOMA in Queens April 20, 2008
Ode to Lauryn Hill: The Plight of Hip Hop’s Super Woman
Everybody talkin' bout you done gone crazy
Everybody talkin' bout how much they miss you, lady
But they don't understand
The Plight of Wonder Woman
No they don't understand
The Plight of being Hip Hop's Super Woman
So much things to say
So much things to do
I'm a mother, singer, rapper, writer too
So I relate to you
They expect you to be strong
They don't realize they're expectations are wrong
Too much pressure on you
They beg of you to do
what they want you to do
(make more music, be in the public eye)
regardless of what you going through
But who's there for you when you need someone too
That's why I wrote this song for you
Cuz they don't understand
The Plight of Wonder Woman
No, no, no! They don't understand
The Plight of Hip Hop's Super Woman
(C) Angelika Peacock, 12/7/07
A Pantoum By Kendall Franklin, Angelika Peacock, and R. Erica Doyle Just throw out a line Ticking in time Watching the Divine As you climb Don't even stop to think Just throw out a line No way you can sink Watching the Divine Do what you have to Don't even stop to think There's no way you can lose No way you can sink Do what you have to Elevate your mind There's no way you can lose Just throw out a line Everything will be fine Elevate your mind As you climb *This poem was originally published in Multiple Voices: Youth Poetry Anthology in 2004 as part of the Poets & Writers, Inc. Reading & Writing Workshops Program at Union Settlement Association in East Harlem, NY
Hey Sexy! What you mean "Hey Sexy"? So what is that supposed to mean? What you wanna' sex me? Is that supposed to be a compliment? Am I supposed to flattered? Brotha' if you took the time to see beyond my sexyness, then maybe you woulda' mattered But when you saw me at first glance all you could say was hey sexy trying to get a chance Not knowing your approach would make me see you only for what's in your pants And then I ran into you at the club the party began when the DJ played "Biggie Gimme One More Chance, Biggie Biggie Gimme One More Chance" You asked me to dance and I liked the way you moved so we ended up back your place, but you couldn't keep up the pace, ended up with a shocked look on your face Cuz you didn't know my sexyness would leave you breathless So when I got up to leave your shocked look got worser Cuz I wasn't interested in taking in any further You see, cuz the words you chose when we first met mattered when you said "Hey Sexy" Damn It! I wasn't flattered (c) Angelika Peacock, 2002
LEADER Light shines on me from heaven, lovely Empowered, enlightened, unique with ease Achieving, believing, ripening like a banana Determined, driven dynamic dividend Empowered, enlightened unique with ease Real riveting reigns forever (c) Angelika Peacock 3/29/05 | Goddess on the Rise To All My Sistren of the Hip Hop Generation Hip Hop ladies 80's Babies Sexuality Man's law definining Our femininity Earth all messed up Got it all twisted up Ladies, it's time to come together Sisters, it's time to step it up We gotta' do better Don't let the radio,videos raise our little girls Tell them their body is worth more than the world Let's flip it We're not hoes We're not tricks We're not shorties We can't be bought by no man's money It's in our hands Let's create and demand (that they) Stop feeding us lines Stop telling us lies We need to Open our eyes Ladies we're divine Goddess on the Rise (c) Angelika Peacock, 12/8/07
"I am a Dream Keeper" Making MLK Holiday a Day of Service for Peace
I wish I could give the peace and freedom
from my mind, heart, body and soul to everyone of you
I am a dream keeper
as a living leader
I make sure that Dr. King's dream isn't deferred
Dream and escape into reality with me for a moment
Envision a peaceful and harmonious society
where not only our freedoms ring but our humane hearts sing
in celebration of cultural diversity and gender equity
Come with me as I dream of prosperity
Oh the serenity and sanity in my dreams of peace
I will not let my dreams be shattered by prejudice and discrimination although at times racism makes me numb
Sitting in Pranayama, Breathe of Fire pose as I Invoke Dr. King, faith carrying me forward
Ooo Yam Ham . . . Inhale his leadership qualities
Aah . . . Exhale, I am prolific and charismatic
A daughter of his legacy
I too am fantastic!
No wonder I was born and raised in Queens
Call me Dr. Queen as I bring
people from all backgrounds, lifestyles and creeds together
Coordinate and act
Spread truth and facts
Perform art as activism, dancin' steppin' raptivism
I wrote this poem because I love my freedom
Greatful for King's greatness
I wrote this poem to send a divine message
Angelika, an angel like prophectic poetess
I wrote this poem because I dream of peace
I'm sharing this poem with you today in hopes that we can rally
around peace and unity,
crossing all ethnic and religious boundaries . . .
Service for Peace! March for peace! Rally for peace! Light a candle for peace!
Sing for peace! Dance for peace! Step for peace! Paint for peace!
Rap for peace! Speak for peace! Write for peace! Breathe for peace!
Pray for peace!
Let the people say!
"Peace Be With You" Ashe'
Voice Imagination Imagine a place where poets and writers voice imagination Imagine a nation where your voice is not a figment of your imagination and silence is not the loudest noise Because there are no secrets and all things imagined are shared Imagine that you believe in your power Imagine that power your voice Imagine you shared that power with at least one new person a day Imagine that power your choice Imagine a nation where imagination is an intergral part of education Imagine a rally of poets and writers marching and dancing in the streets chanting . . . "Voice Imagination! Voice Imagination!" City streets flooded with urban bohemian cultured vibes Art shining from the sun Heating up life within humanity Love Freedom Peace * This poem was originally published in Postcards From 98th & 3rd: Youth Poetry Anthology in 2003 as part of the Poets & Writers, Inc. Reading & Writing Workshops Program at Union Settlement Association in East Harlem, NY. |