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Choose|Chose by Mary Seymour
i chose to believe whatever i chose to believe
I choose not to care what you think about this poem interesting. For feelings are me. This totally unique member of humankind
chosen to be on this planet for one second at this time don’t want to rhyme i choose to choose to use this time as wisely as wise
i chose not to blame my parents, husband, children, or grandchild for what I will or will not achieve in life.
i choose to see the beauty in everything that is determined by my standards and not others
not others
i choose to get excited and smile when music takes over for one moment I choose to be proud of Black Skin and Kinky Hair
I choose to embrace the history of my ancestors with love and respect
I choose to liberate what I choose from the layers of conditioning that have been imposed on choosing.
i choose to be the educated Black woman understanding the complexity of my blackness.
when I choose I choose not to impress just write what’s right for me.
i choose to love the energy of honest love
i choose to write and write until I write the chosen truths in my soul
maybe the first step I choose to believe.
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Mary and Her Cello
By MARY SEYMOUR
SALAAM MUHAMMAD (Artist)
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Freedom in me
by MARY SEYMOUR
Sefira Lightstone (Artist)
behind the self-inflected visions of who I am
Visual images flood my mind every day of who I’m supposed to be
Look and Feel from the color of my skin to the thoughts in my mind
To the music I hear in my head
Living life and experiencing the layers of conditioning that have been imposed exposed to every living, breathing part of my existence Hiding
Today, I freed myself and took out the weave to experience another self-imposed.
Looking in the mirror, trying to see the beauty in me, the me that is always with me
The me that is the internal part of the collective universe
Yes, I am Black with hair exactly in the image of Gabby and Angela Davis
Today, it’s called Afrocentric. Yesterday, it was called militant
I am a part of yesterday’s struggle and a part of today’s challenge
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GUITAR PLAY ME FINE
by MARY SEYMOUR
Movement impulse feeling in the hands.
old|young|tired|hands music guitar talks
don’t need to play just close my eyes and
fingers fly close my eyes play this play
that see I don’t’ play guitar
guitar plays
me fine! Fine.
Guitar play me fine music just come don’t know how.
Music just come just close my eyes and fingers fly just close my eyes and fingers fly smilin’, rocin’ and clapp’n in time see fingers fly starts to sings a new song close my eyes singing this time.
words just come don’t know how words just come don’t care how guitar say slow, guitar say go guitar plays me Fine! Fine!
guitar plays me Fine! Fine! Fine!
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ME – MYSELF and I…
Black History is ongoing every 247 zeptoseconds, our contributions to the community and world are a powerful narrative that continues to defy the complex World prejudices. We people of color must always honor our profound legacy and limitless possibilities for tomorrow! So Everyday We Celebrate Black History
– conceptualized by Carter G. Woodson
Dear Family and Friends, I rejoice in your Love and Support, for you are my strength and joy. “I have Come this Far by Faith.” On May 17th, 2024, I received my Master of Arts in Africana Studies from Stony Brook University.