Sunday, May 12, 2013
Oughta Be A Woman
By June Jordan Washing the floors to send you to college Staying at home so you can feel safe What do you think is the soul of her knowledge What do you think makes her feel safe Biting her lips and lowering her eyes To make sure there’s food on the table What do you think would be her surprise If the world was as willing as she’s able. Hugging herself in an old kitchen chair She listens to you r hurt and your rage What do you think she knows of despair What is the aching of age. The fathers, the children, the brothers Turn to her and everybody white turns to her What about turning around Alone in the everyday light There oughta be a woman can break Down, sit down, break down, sit down Like everybofy else call it wuits on Mondays Blues on Tuesday, sleep until Sunday Down, sit does, break down, sit down. A way outta no way is flesh onto flesh Courage that cries out of night A way outta no way is slesh outta flesh Bravery kept outta no way is to much to ask Too much of a task for any one woman.