Only this Moment Matters

If poetically our minds met would they meditate in rhythm, chant in freeverse, speak in tongues of dangling phrases/of praises that raises our confessions/questions/expressions of each other/ Would they send out the drum calls for the warriors and the indigenous make our sounds howl thru out the atmosphere/ Would we be encouraged to step out of our comfort zones and discover what lies ahead allowing nothing to inhibit our desires/ Would we allow our minds to interlock and build a Utopia/ Where we would speak in haiku's and similes/ Where the breeze would carry our words to lands abroad and they too could partake in the feast of our ideas/

We would be a true force to be reckoned with/solving problems of apart, coming closer to finally rest/ Singing that hymn "We Shall Overcome" with glee because all which separates is behind/ Glory be with amazing grace our words anoint head, hands, feet/ pointing out the pulses/ the beauty in breath/hitting like air held in too long, released a voice unsettled glorious in unrest/her praising/exempt from nothing/not even a mama's "hush" can quiet it/Poetic minds combing exciting spirit like cowries spark against a dancer's breast/ We click and you were racing at the speed of life/forgetting  the lives you promised to fight for/you lost track and crushed your tongue in the walls of the cause you spoke out about/ Burnt out energy/accumulated verses of a fight that has no room for healing and reflection/you run at the speed of a heart beat/ Everyone is so urbanized, remember our roots and the girls you left behind to fight the fight/ And I got you sis" as queens come together for the listening/winding it up/Setting it off/ I take the high and you take the low/no matter the scale, notes, if you miss then I will hit/yet somehow melody never leaves us/ Another woman loses her job becomes a statistics of accumulative disrespect for the system that sterilized her further, cutting her tubes while she is most vulnerable and unconscious, you thought u knew better by brainwashing her that her body isn't hers actually/denying her choice to choose/ Hand outstretched expectant only with hope, to ask what do you need/from  there we can get anywhere/here we go, dropping jewels full of favor inherently blessed/ When and where I enter/do we dare be the answer to our own questions/embark on this journey as on our heads unwrapped yet still held high/ Held high/full of hope and respect for those that forged a path for us to follow/a beacon of light one would say/not forgetting the blood sweat tears that were shed so we can speak with confidence and strength/without limits or shame/ We walk/ Slowly at first, awed at our freedom's won/ Wiping each other's tears, licking each others wounds/we begin laughing, jumping and running/ Spread the word/ "Separations Over! We're Free/ Free to speak the truth and retell stories of the old/of the bold battles and sleepless night that have carried us this far/free to dance and praise the almighty One for the conquering of our fears/we are free to speak what our hearts hold near/ If poetically our minds met we would dipped our heads in oil/baptized and unburdened/while rocking syllables tasting sweet leaving lips/like we rock babies on hips/you don't encounter liberation like this everyday, a fountain refreshing, a spring refilling/an oasis of dreams/wash our hands, woman, then immerse yourself in me/a river of your reflection still becoming/like still waters run deep/I dip deeper into that well of time by being present/standing/washing, hands over face and understanding that only this moment matters.