Djed Ra MaatDjed Ra Maat delivers poetry with a commanding yet calm presence. He is also an expert and thoroughly enjoyable storyteller. His work is involving and exciting, flavored with the distinct spice of life both lived and examined. His love of education, communication, and performance is clearly apparent as he moves about before and in amongst his audience, even occasionaly raising them to their feet in participation.Who Will Teach the Childrenthe fourteen-year-old asked, as I passed, to three children younger than he. "The ministers can't do it! The iman can't! Who will teach the children?" His face flashed anger and his voice trembled loud to the crowd of three he spoke. I was gone by before I heard his answer..... I won't guess who the fourteen-year-old blessed with the knowledge and understanding to teach the children and reach into the minds of our children today and bring forth the virtues of truth and justice, and propriety and balance, harmony,reciprocity, and order. I kept on walking and only heard the question, "Who will teach the children?" and answered myself, "Who taught me when I needed to be nurtured, nudged to humanity; who took time and turned it into bricks to build my life with; who was there, ubiquitous as air, always availing? Only the God in me taught me to be able to see that our children teach themselves." What Will You Feed Your Children?black woman what will you place before them when they clamor for feasts, when their thirst calls them from their sleep? When your children were ideas (un-manifest and pure and fed daily on only your desire) dreams were enough. Dreams were enough to fatten their cheeks, to coax them from crying, to feed the spark they would become. But when they had become and no longer lived with God and at once became dependent on your food; when their body was in you developing day by day what you ate, what you thought, what you are became all they could be. And where were you then, what did you dine on, was it poison as pure as snow? Was darkness your light or was wisdom the help-meat that sturdied the seed safely through full bloom? Then when your children burst forth and ruptured this world amid blood, water, and pain, not content anymore to be fed by your body but now impudent and ready to be fed by their own, what will you feed your children? If your diet is death what else will you give with love and kindness... but death? But if you are well fed black woman, black sister a nation can nurse at your breast. With your milk as our vision bracing our backs breaking the hold of disease we would grow on past liberation. We are your children all of us that are born watching and wanting, yet wise. What you feed us will be us what we are is from you we make choices remembering Mama's ways. What will you feed your children, Black woman, what will you place before us? What will you feed us, your children? We are waiting, we are hungry, we are ready to thrive! The Partyabout always being at a party: balloons and decorations come down and give way, and another part of breathing air and thinking productively come on. .....you the party, ever since. This collection was posted here in May 2000. "What Will You Feed Your Children?" and "The Party" are taken from Innariddm, by Djed Ra Maat. All poetry and other artistic writings are © their authors and reproduced here with their permission. All contents © unless otherwise noted. Back to the Fireside or Click to return to the main page of |