author Toni Morrison
She Maketh Us to Dream
By Nordette Adams
Jealous of the stories you tell.
You scooped gold from our people's marrow,
preserved blood in the genie's lamp.
Rubbing up resurrection should come easy like lavender wildflowers
'cuz you've marked us with a her-story
and a his-story and fiction for our babies' futures.
You be a mother and I be a mother and we be women
envisioning a wondrous world.
You tell a tale that makes me dig.
I am proud of your fabled truth,
you be a woman and I be a woman and we
make fresh vision a seed.
© 2009 Nordette Adams