Friday 12 April 2013

IF I SHOULD HAVE A DAUGHTER By Sarah Kay

I had a post planned for today but darn, i could not resist posting this. You should watch it. Sarah Kay is a spoken word poet and she is A-MA-ZING! Enjoy


Transcript: "If I should have a daughter, instead of “Mom,” she’s gonna call me “Point B,” because that way she knows that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me. And I’m going to paint solar systems on the backs of her hands so she has to learn the entire universe before she can say, “Oh, I know that like the back of my hand.”
And she’s going to learn that this life will hit you hard in the face, wait for you to get back up just so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air. There is no hurt here that cannot be fixed by Band-Aids or poetry. So the first time she realizes that Wonder Woman isn’t coming, I’ll make sure she knows she doesn’t have to wear the cape all by herself because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I’ve tried. “And, baby,” I’ll tell her, don’t keep your nose up in the air like that. I know that trick; I’ve done it a million times.
You’re just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back to a burning house, so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him. Or else find the boy who lit the fire in the first place, to see if you can change him.” But I know she will anyway, so instead I’ll always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rain boots nearby, because there is no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix. Okay, there’s a few heartbreaks that chocolate can’t fix. But that’s what the rain boots are for, because rain will wash away everything, if you let it. I want her to look at the world through the underside of a glass-bottom boat, to look through a microscope at the galaxies that exist on the pinpoint of a human mind, because that’s the way my mom taught me.
That there’ll be days like this. “There’ll be days like this, my momma said.”
When you open your hands to catch and wind up with only blisters and bruises; when you step out of the phone booth and try to fly and the very people you want to save are the ones standing on your cape; when your boots will fill with rain, and you’ll be up to your knees in disappointment. And those are the very days you have all the more reason to say thank you. Because there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it’s sent away. You will put the wind in winsome, lose some. You will put the star in starting over, and over. And no matter how many land mines erupt in a minute, be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life. And yes, on a scale from one to over-trusting, I am pretty damn naive. But I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily, but don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it. “Baby,” I’ll tell her, “remember, your momma is a worrier, and your poppa is a warrior, and you are the girl with small hands and big eyes who never stops asking for more.” Remember that good things come in threes and so do bad things. And always apologize when you’ve done something wrong, but don’t you ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining. Your voice is small, but don’t ever stop singing. And when they finally hand you heartache, when they slip war and hatred under your door and offer you handouts on street-corners of cynicism and defeat, you tell them that they really ought to meet your mother."


You can read the rest and more of her works here

13 comments:

  1. April is poetry month. Very beautiful.

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  2. Phew! so many points to make, but don't know where to start.....ok! It was a satire article written about handling a female child..ahaha...what a smart mum!

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    1. Hello ma,

      Pls I need to send you a mail.how do I reach you please?

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  3. Gripping! Soaked in each word. Thanks for sharing :)

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  4. this was fantastic... it reminds me of something i heard on thursday as well... so thoughtful. www.secretlilies.blogspot.com

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  5. wow, it was long o , but totally worth the read :)

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  6. Awwwwww...I feel her every word.

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  7. "....when you step out of the phone booth and try to fly and the very people you want to save are the ones standing on your cape"

    That made me smile. Then smh.

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  8. This Sarah Kay has WORDS mehn!

    "....But I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily, but don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it. "

    That's right!

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  9. OMG!!this is awesome, so many lyrical spasm moment.....But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air......Nice

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  10. Okeoghene: Oh really? I had no idea. I love the idea though. Amazing poems out there.

    Simply Mee: That was how i felt too. Too many amazing lines.

    Myne Whitman: Gripping is the word.

    Ibifiri Kamson: When i saw it, i just had to share it. I should paste it on my room wall.

    Abi Tobi: ME TOO!!!! I actually wish i wrote this poem lol

    Jemima: It was long right.

    Sykik: I know right *huge grin*

    Ginger: That line though, Irony of life

    Enkay: Oh yea she has words! I love that line too. No matter how delicate life seems, go out there and experience it.

    IK: I know right! I felt goose bumps while i was watching it. She's just amazing.

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  11. *Goose bumps* Wow!
    She sure has her way around the use of words effectively

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Hit me nicely