The Woman of Cold Autumn
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by
Malik Sekou Osei

 
As we sit
              in
                  our rooms
                               of
                                   aloneness.
 As we
           leaf
                the tarnish pages
                                  of
                                  Ralph Ellison
                                  never
                                           to
                                             see,
                                  never
                                           to
                                             fight...
   
              As the people
                           move to
                                     “the”
                                        silence
                                                 dance
                                                 of
                         speeding cars
                                              over...
                                                    ebony ribbons.
                       Where,
                                   the
                                        illusions
                                                    “are”
                                                           the
                                                               only
                                                                      real.
              The once pretty smile
                                               of the
                                                       woman
                                                                  of a
                                                                        cold Autumn.
                       Their feet
                                      all
                                           tap
                                                to a silence beat;
                                                                        of meditation
                                                of the
                                                         Bed-Stuy
                                                                       yodeling
                                                                        of
                                                                            righteous Prince
                                                                            of
                                                                                reflection...
                                                                                              Leon Thomas
                        Her hair wrapped in African cloth,
                        only to
                                   be seen
                                               by the 
                                                        believers.
                        This woman
                                  of cold Autumn
                                                            pretty
                                                                      to
                                                                      superficial
                                                                                      sight unseen.
                                But the melody
                                                          of a
                                                             woman sounds
                                                                                    the
                                                                                         has
                                                                                              been
                                                                                                      of a
                                                                                                            metallic
                                                                                                                        spinster.
                                                     My woman
                                                                  of
                                                               cold
                                                                     Autumn,
                                                               in search
                                                                              of
                                                                              her
                                                                    spirituality
                                                                                 to
                                                                                 rationalize
                                                                                            her
                                                                                            middle
                                                                                             class
                                                                                                 consumption
                                                                                                           of lets
                                                                                                                   pretend....
                                                                                                                                regale.
                                   In life, she never got far in  
                                                                     the tangerine
                                                                                   of her romantic life
                                                                                                  with men.
                                                              For they
                                                                         never bothered
                                                                                       to read
                                                                                                 the script,
                                                             they never knew...
                                                                                   what was being asked
                                                                                             or
                                                                                               what
                                                                                                       was
                                                                                                             being
                                                                                                            given outside...
                                                                    the time of her
                                                                                                company.
                                   Men of
                                              mature
                                                      standards
                                                                   never
                                                      fished
                                                               in
                                                                    ponds 
                                                    without..
                                                              knowing
                                                                            the
                                                                                 existence
                                                                                 of
                                                                                     fish...
                                           My woman
                                                          of Cold
                                                                      Autumn 
                                                                     was
                                                                          dismissed
                                                                                         after
                                                                                                  three...
                                                         encounters.
                                                               Because
                                                                             of her spiritual
                                                                             bearing,
                                                                                                   "of lets pretend" 
                                                  For there were no reasons
                                                  for the disruptions
                                                                        only
                                                                              fate....
                                                    For through her 
                                                         spirituality
                                                         she plays
                                                                    on
                                                                         the
                                                                               altruism
                                                                     of
                                                                         men.
                                                       But,
                                                          they never
                                                                    read
                                                                      the
                                                                           script.
                                                         Where the vagueness of
                                                                                   language
                                                                                   opens us
                                                                                              all
                                                                            into scriptural
                                                                           insightfulness
                                                         For those
                                                                     in
                                                                        the
                                                                           winter
                                                                                    shades of shrugs               
                                                                                 called a park
                                  never to
                                       to the emptiness of shadows
                                                                              alone...   
                                                          in
                                                                  the
                                                                        empty
                                                       drummers circle
                                                                        were
                                                                             to
                                                                   whisper....
                            " before
                                         the
                                            “word”
                                                   there
                                                          was
                                                                the
                                                                 "sound."
                              But,
                                    they
                                           never
                                                   read
                              the
                                    script.
                                                 It was hoped
                                                      through the badge
                                                                 of self-esteem
                                                                             spirituality.
                                                       They would believe that
                                                                                              they
                                                                                                   were
                                                                                                       more
                                                                                                          than
                                                                                                            “a”
                                                                                                              check,
                                                                                                                credit card
                                                                                                                with
                                                                                                                the same
                                                                                                name...
                Through the
                                     hard effor ts
                          and the
                                     sweat of
                                                    brow. Our, colorful stoic drummers
                                                                                and dancers of posture,
                                                                                                                  face
                                                                                                                      East...
in the first minutes of the new day they erect a figurine of white plastic and gold cans of spray paint.  Of disbarred attorneys of the Slave Theater of the absurd of providing visions of our Afrikan kingdoms.  As one the founders of this great Afrikan vision. He's grasping a blanket on one of the dark members of the lost/found, the question is he lifting or pulling over the eyes of those darker-then-blue
                  But, through her,
                                    they
                                would
                               realize
                                          “they”
                                 were
                        performing
                                    the
                                            greater
                                                       service
                                                                     “to”
                                           African humanity
                                                                  by
                                                        teaching
                                                                the
                                                              rest
                                                                 of
                                                                us
                  On how to treat
                                      the
                                      Queens.
                                      Thus, having the patience
                                      of being an
                                      escort
                                             to
                                             restaurants
                                                    movies
                                                         and
                                                               generally
                                                                        out
                                                                       and
                                                                    about
                                                                            treating
                                                                                  and
                                                                              happy
                                                                                    to
                                                                                   be
                                                                                    in
                                                                                  the
                                                                                  royalty
                                                                                        of
                                                                              company.
                                                                             They, through their
                                                                                                  noble
                                                                                                  commitments,
                                                                              would try
                                                                                             to
                                                                                             bear
                                                                                             witness
                                                                                                      of
                                                                                                    this
                                                                                                         empty
                                                                                                                  dance
                                                                 of
                                                                 manipulation.
                                                                 They they found they had to
                                                                 commit to the soundless dance
                                                                  of being eccentric
                                                                  and
                                                                  being
                                                                  ask
                                                                         to
                                                                         celibate
                                                                                 NON.....
                                                                                 reciprosity
                                                                            of a spinsters
                                                                                   regalness
                               Where
                                         words
                                         never really
                                         cover
                                             the
                                        empty
                                        barter
                                                  of
                                                             time....