The Woman of Cold Autumn
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