Nikki Giovanni Ego Tripping Poem

Nikki Giovanni:

Cotton fiber Candy on a Rainy Day

CHOICES

kidnap verse form

Nikki-Rosa

Ego Tripping (there may be a reason why)

I'chiliad Not Lone

Seduction

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Cotton Candy on a Rainy Twenty-four hour period

Don't look now

I'thou fading away

Into the gray of my mornings

Or the blues of every night

Is information technology that my nails

keep breaking

Or perhaps the corn

on my secind lilliputian piggy

Things keep popping out

on my face

of my life

It seems no thing how

I endeavor I become more hard

to hold

I am not an easy woman

to desire

They have asked

the psychiatrists . . . psychologists . . . politicians and social workers

What this decade volition be

known for

At that place is no doubt . . . it is

loneliness

CHOICES

if i can't exercise
what i want to do
then my job is to not
exercise what i don't want
to practise

it's not the same matter
but it's the best i can
do

if i tin't have
what i want . . . then
my job is to want
what i've got
and be satisfied
that at least there
is something more than to desire

since i can't get
where i need
to go . . . then i must . . . go
where the signs bespeak
through always understanding
parallel motility
isn't lateral

when i can't express
what i really feel
i practice feeling
what i can express
and none of information technology is equal
i know
merely that'due south why mankind
alone among the animals
learns to cry

kidnap poem

ever been kidnapped
by a poet
if i were a poet
i'd kidnap yous
put you in my phrases and meter
you to jones beach
or perhaps coney island
or maybe just to my business firm
lyric you lot in lilacs
dash y'all in the pelting
blend into the embankment
to complement my see
play the lyre for y'all
ode y'all with my love vocal
anything to win you
wrap yous in the red Black green
show you lot off to mama
yes if i were a poet i'd kid
nap you lot

Nikki-Rosa

babyhood rememberances are always a drag
if y'all're Blackness
yous always remember things like living in Woodlawn
with no inside toilet
and if y'all become famous or something
they never talk nearly how happy you lot were to accept
your mother
all to yourself and
how good the water felt when you got your bath
from one of those
large tubs that folk in chicago barbeque in
and somehow when you talk nearly home
it never gets beyond how much you lot
understood their feelings
as the whole family attended meetings about Hollydale
and even though yous remember
your biographers never understand
your begetter's pain as he sells his stock
and another dream goes
And though your're poor information technology isn't poverty that
concerns you
and though they fought a lot
it isn't your male parent's drinking that makes any difference
simply only that everybody is together and y'all
and your sister take happy birthdays and very good
Christmasses
and I really hope no white person everhas cause
to write about me
considering they never empathise
Blackness dear is Black wealth and they'll
probably talk well-nigh my hard babyhood
and never empathize that
all the while I was quite happy

Ego Tripping (there may exist a reason why)

I was born in the congo
I walked to the fertile crescent and built
the sphinx
I designed a pyramid so tough that a star
that just glows every ane hundred years falls
into the center giving divine perfect light
I am bad

I sat on the throne
drinking nectar with allah
I got hot and sent an ice age to europe
to cool my thirst
My oldest daughter is nefertiti
the tears from my birth pains
created the nile
I am a beautiful woman

I gazed on the forest and burned
out the sahara desert
with a packet of goat's meat
and a change of dress
I crossed it in two hours
I am a gazelle and so swift
then swift you can't catch me

For a birthday present when he was 3
I gave my son hannibal an elephant
He gave me rome for mother'due south day
My force flows always on

My son noah built new/ark and
I stood proudly at the captain
as nosotros sailed on a soft summer 24-hour interval
I turned myself into myself and was
jesus
men intone my loving proper noun
All praises All praises
I am the one who would relieve

I sowed diamonds in my back 1000
My bowels deliver uranium
the filings from my fingernails are
semi-precious jewels
On a trip north
I caught a cold and blew
My nose giving oil to the arab world
I am then hip even my errors are correct
I sailed west to reach east and had to round off
the earth every bit I went
The hair from my caput thinned and gilt was laid
across three continents

I am so perfect and then divine so ethereal so surreal
I cannot be comprehended except by my permission

I mean...I...tin fly
like a bird in the heaven...

I'thou Not Lonely

i'1000 not lonely
sleeping all lone

you think i'm scared
but i'm a large girl
i don't cry
or anything

i accept a great
big bed
to roll effectually
in and lots of space
and idon't dream
bad dreams
like i used
to have that you
were leaving me
anymore

at present that yous're gone
i don't dream
and no affair
what you think
i'm non lonely
sleeping
all alone

Seduction

1 24-hour interval
you gonna walk in this house
and i'm gonna have a long African
gown
yous'll sit down down and say "The Black..."
and i'm gonna take one arm out
and then you-not noticing me at all- will say "What almost this brother..."
and i'thousand going to be slipping information technology over my caput
and you'll rap on about "The revolution..."
while i residue your hand against my stomach
yous'll become on-as you ever do- saying
"I just tin't dig..."
while i'm moving your hand upwards and down
and i'll be taking your dashiki off
and then you'll say "What we really need..."
and taking your shorts off
the you'll notice
your state of undress
and knowing you you lot'll merely say
"Nikki/
isn't this counterrevolutionary..."