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LAPKAT - 'TELL OUR DAUGHTERS' WARRIOR POETS MIX

LAPKAT on September 25, 2012 16:43

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    Section of my set for the 'Warrior Poets' women in hip hop film screening night at Botanique, Brussels, 22 Sept 2012. For Gia and Lise, the Boogiewomen of Belgium

    Inside........
    Girls song for her grandmother - Dorothy Whitehorse Delaune
    General Generations + Look At This - A Tribe Called Red A Tribe Called Red
    Tell Our Daughters by Besmilr Brigham from 'United States of Poetry' circa 1995 http://www.worldofpoetry.org/usop/word.htm#besmilr
    Tales of Men - Akua Naru feat. African Footprint http://www.akuanaru.com
    Il ètait une fois dans l'est - Watcha Clan Watcha Clan
    Still I Rise - Maya Angelou
    I mine you - Bissecta BISSECTA
    O - Matteo Buratti / Buro/S-Trip Poetry feat. Co'Sang e Sofia Buconi http://www.strippoetry.it
    Amy Jotna - Sister Fa http://www.sisterfa.com
    Tremor vs Arianna Puello - Villa Diamante villadiamantezzk
    There U Go - Mei Saraswati Mei Saraswati
    Märchenerzähler - Say & Sounds by Hjerlmuda eXPerimentator _me_

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    Here is the poem by Besmilr Brigham:

    Tell Our Daughters
    each is beautiful
    a woman's life
    makes it (that awareness)
    through her touch
    descendants
    of strict age
    set against vanity

    not secure in loveliness

    a girl is born
    like a little bird opening its wing
    she lifts her face
    in a down of feathers

    a rose
    opens its leaves
    with such a natural care
    that we give words for
    petal deep
    in the imagination
    a word becomes
    a bitter thing
    or a word is
    an imagination

    tell our daughters they are
    fragile as a bird
    strong as the rose
    deep as a word

    and let them make
    their own growing time

    big with tenderness
    the fire of love

    ......................................................

    (..... By the way, I really wish I could tell you who the artist responsible for the image is, but I don't know. She is on a wall in Johnston Street Fitzroy (Melbourne) - she has always stopped me in my tracks. I'd love to find out.)

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