Aunt Sue's Story's
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Aunt Sues Story's
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: March/1986
Aunt Sue's story's I hear,
rushing out from the heat
of a sultry night,
to comfort us
with grace;
to rub our
aching shoulders,
and
back from the toils
of a long day -
To strengthen our souls
for the road across her life,
that crosses and recross
our own -
And my face lay pressed
to aunt Sue's story's,
listening intently,
like the
dark-faced child;
like the black slaves
mingling on the banks
of a mighty river -
singing sorrow songs
in the flow
of
aunt Sue's voice -
I know where
she have been,
and I grow strong -
Langston Hughes,
said:
"Black people sing
aunt Sue's story's,
cause we have a
head full of story's."
A whole heart full
of story's -
And ain't Sue's story's
are real story's,
ringing in my ears
like a swing low song -
Cause when
work come's calling;
beckoned by the
hands of dawn,
I whistle and hum
hum and whistle,
while I sweat beneath
the rays of the sun -
I hum and I whistle,
I whistle and hum,
with rhythm,
like the black slaves
did -
grand mama did,
grand daddy did
and my whole family
did -
But black people
go on and on
and on -
and the hum
grows strong.
and the whistle
grows strong -
before the flow
of aunt Sue's voice,
in the heat of a
sultry night -
Aunt Sue's story's
I Hear -
Copyright © Ken Jordan | Year Posted 2014
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