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    A Sista's Lament
    A Sista's Lament
    A Sista's Lament
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    A Sista's Lament

    By Carl Harris and Beverley Harris

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    ".....I looked through the historical catalog depicting the classic American beauty and could not find an image of the Nubian Booty....."

    "....so I made an unrehearsed approach, but my mind went blind and I stumbled on my lines...."


    "......gritted my teeth in deference to Democracy and did hard, hard time at Fox, then hours and hours in detox at CNN and MSNBC...."
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateOct 21, 2013
    ISBN9781491820599
    A Sista's Lament
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    Carl Harris

    Carl Harris was born in Cayon, St. Kitts. He has lived in Antigua, England, Jamaica and currently the United States.

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      Book preview

      A Sista's Lament - Carl Harris

      A Sista’s Lament

      Now you listen up

      Dogggg!

      Stop hoin’

      Your music

      By putting me down,

      Stop peddling

      This divisive shit

      All over town;

      Quit riding my ass

      ’Cause OJ was the last

      Trifling brother

      With a free pass;

      You must right this wrong

      By changing the words

      Of your songs,

      Dressing your videos

      With natural hair,

      Chocolate Sistas

      Black as night,

      Black enough

      To tempt daylight;

      You get my drift,

      Bitch!!

      I have had your back

      Since that first shackle

      And chain,

      Soothing your pain,

      Taking the strain,

      And I refuse this abuse!

      So stop hoin’

      Your music

      By putting me down

      Stop peddling

      This divisive shit

      All over town.

      Embrace me my brother

      For all the world to see

      The enduring Love

      You have for me,

      Decorate my shit

      With love adorning lyrics,

      Sweet enough to soothe

      My wounded spirit;

      Now spread the nectar

      All over town

      And watch this Sista

      Restore your crown.

      About Bitches Brew

      I had a passionate

      Penchant

      For the Black Woman’s

      Prodigious Posterior

      So the portrayal of

      Miles Davis’

      Bitches Brew

      Was a positively

      Potent prescription

      For euphoria,

      Engendered by an

      Earth shattering

      Emotional epiphany!

      Exquisite!

      Excruciating!

      Exhilarating!

      This bold, bold

      Boundary breaking depiction

      Of a Black, Black,

      Black Beauty

      With the Bodacious, Bodacious Booty!

      Rendered in

      Royal

      Regal

      Righteous

      Reign,

      Across her vast Domain,

      And I,

      Her proudest subject,

      Worshipping, with a big wide grin,

      The ascendance of her

      Dark, Dark Skin.

      Absent Minded

      My mind was absent

      By invitation

      From some unknown place

      That was feeding the meanness

      Present in my face.

      Back on the Auction Block

      The Caribbean Islands

      Are back

      On the Auction Block,

      Going, going, going… .

      One over-priced

      Property at a time;

      White men have ringed

      The country,

      Controlling beach front property,

      Points of exit and entry,

      With the ‘natives’ penned up

      Waiting for the gavel to drop.

      Back to Cayon

      My heart

      Harks back

      To Cayon,

      Bursting with anticipation

      Of her welcoming song,

      Strolling along

      My memory trail

      Now overgrown

      With years of inattention,

      Dimmed and faded

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