How Are You Going To Stand? Janie McGee
Rock to life by your mother’s hips. Little black girl how you going to stand? Brown is a color and black is beautiful I chanted and held my fist through the streets of Indifference and the alleys of“Let me be myself” My Afro swayed in truth and Bounced to James Brown. I studied my history What does it mean to be black? Proud, dark and hopeful Women and Child? Little black girl how you going to stand?
My black man is by my side as I stand by his. It will take more than slaves’ ships to break our commitment, to love and family. The “Jackson Five” plays in the background. The chains of the past can’t hold the Gripping fight for our tomorrows. Planting my feet in the truth of God’s word The elder’s way of praying through. I’ve straighten out my fingers to a place of prayer I’ve bowed my knees to the depth of worship I’ve heard the answer to help Little black girl hopes you going to stand? I have touched the ceiling of impossibilities I have rubbed the door of vision And held the tender leaves of dreams In the palm of my hands I fought too long inside outside And around my soul To reach the promises of this life I am more than a name But a destination for the generations to come. In me I have stood before Goliath Using no stones but slapped him with despair And rods of “never give up” The giants in my life Fall Little black girl I’m going to tell you how to stand.
Stand when they tell you You’ll never make it. Remind them of those before you Women that are shadowed of bold determination And pillars of reconstruction Stand when they speak words over you Black and white That holds you down Pinning you to the earth Lift up inside and flyaway Stand when the world attacks Evoking their perspective of your existence Without an understanding your God. Remind them of the faith of those before you whom Survived the field, the whips and the war genocide. Stand when you look in the reflection of your self Feel the weight of responsibilities. The thoughts of depression, And the burden of task. Speak the truth and roll your hands across your brown skin Rejoice in you texture. Your were rocked by your mother’s hips so Stand when you know there is no other Way to stand. When “life” that is lived says you can’t make it Remind them of me. I am determination, powered and strength I am a portrait in history books, a saying on A black poster A phrase of old folks on Sunday night I am the word “hope” Little black girl that’s how you going to stand. Stand by being what God created… Be your black self…stand
From Book: The Sunflower Dance For The Morning Blues