Yaaa taa yaa hey hey aaay
Soul sweet your precious
Mi eyes don hook your vessel
Com here mi dear
You are more than a lot
Com, com here love shoot your shot
When they mi heart beat drops
Com here my love shoot your shot
Your heart dey do burst my brain
Mi body sighs, shines like rain
Liken a arrow shot from bow
I'm firing myself unto, you
What you do, I'm coming fo you
Like water on a rock
Come shoot your shot
I swear mi eyes don't hook
But mi heart and mind look
Have in good time yo face be better jollof
Heartbeats kpam-kpam
You don be rhythm minded
Body be sweet got mi guided
Com here mi dear
You are more than a lot
Com, com here love shoot your shot
When they mi heart beat drops
Com here my love shoot your shot
Don let yo heart beat stop
Beloved, shoot your shot
Hey! hey! hey
a
come dance wit me boi;
i'm putting on top mai satin shoe now;
hey a
trip away , step for triple way , triple away pirouette trip di lait;
fantastic kiss di toes for mai feet;
mai spirit, mai soul so sweet;
gambol sweetstep onto floor oh, oh;
rollicking, flicker, leap-quiver oscillate;
tip toe
bit 1 2 3
top 1 2 3, 1 2 3 comot right. comot
shift ya hips to hip hip
shimmer shake shake shape, tanda for place. Shake ya hit. Shikena! area to area, bodi, waving as you wearin dem
satin, afro, shoe
2/19/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
Hey! Hey! Hey
A
Come to dance wit me boy;
I'm putting on my satin shoes now;
Hey A
Trip away , step in triple way , triple away pirouette trip the light;
Fantastic kiss the toes of my feet;
My spirit, my soul so sweet;
Gambol sweetstep onto floor Oh, oh;
Rollicking, flicker, leap-quiver oscillate;
Tip toe
bit 1 2 3
Top 1 2 3, 1 2 3 left right.left
Shift your hips to hip hip
Shimmer shake shake shape, stand in place. Shake your hit. Move side to side, body, waving as you wearin them
satin, Afro, shoes.
2/19/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Halo is a dry Afro
Around face of brown that glows
Light of eyes shows good soul
Only desiring a spiritual growth
there once was a fella named Joe
whose hairstyle's a wonky Afro
to the barber Joe went
Who repaired his head dent
Joe returned bald headed like Moe!
Mojito Conjuring
When the bruja in the red dress
sends me out this time,
it is for the taste of
sour oranges and garlic.
Once, when I plied her
with a cigar called Hoyo de Montyerrey,
she coiled the smoke,
said that I was still feral and untamed,
sent me out for sugar so that
I could learn my true name.
Scythe-swinging, field-slave-singing,
I could not return to her coven of one
until I had learned that my “Suarez”
meant that I was the son of sugar itself –
the child of wild ingenious devouring
the rows of cane like a dragon.
Now, red-dress bruja breathes out
clouds of tobacco *****,
turns the cigar round and round,
tells me to gather garlic and aurantium oranges
so that the sour and the sucre may jibe
together in me,
and leave me properly christened
for when it is time for me to work,
time for me to sweat,
time for me to sing.
Afro Beats pulse through my veins/
Deep House vibrations as Dj Vertigo X manipulates the house vinyl/
The booth is alive/High-end sequences intertwine, complex melodies wrapping around me/
Jazz Hip Hop can you hear it? Waiting for the breakdown/ Do you feel It/
The echoes of Pete Rock and DJ Krush are in the air, a dance house of history, Bling to Swing, a playful soundtrack creaking in my ear/
Downtempo grooves guide our feet, Drums thumping, bumping/
Upright bass grounding our soul/
Melodic piano loops drifting, Chords and chromatic notes shifting/
Herbie Hancock to D’Angelo, From Prince’s Crown funk to our very own, Soulful loops, Jazzy Keys, Miss Anderson wants to sing if you please/
Tempos shifting, HI/high/treble/Top/ 85 BPM, 104 BPM, feel that ebb and flow, man, the sumptuously smooth journey unfolds/
Afro Beats and Deep House collide/
listen, baby, I ain’t talkin no playboy jive/
Anxiety when there’s rain
For I know my hair will change
Reaching umbrella in vain
Onyx hair will bounce like spring
Putting in a lot of love
Uniquely owning my Afro puffs
From hanging hair to
Freeing up in the air
Strutting my stuff
kinky colored coils
sumo wrestled afro comb
red baby dreadlocks
I once had that Afro hair you now rock, oh yes i once had it.
Not in the 40s, not in the 50s but in the summer of the dark age. I was a pretty little thing, A fish and oh yes i swimmed all waters.
My blackness got it strength from that Afro hair, not the wigs you rock now that has no shadow under.
My Afro hair.
I rocked it in front of the mirror and it sent messages to the slave masters that i have scribbled their skeletons on my wall.
My Afro hair.
I rocked it in the club and a white brother got the message that liberty needs a glass.
My young Africans.
You rock your Afro hair in front of sloths, drink wild, your winks die and you lie you represent the liberation party.
My young Africans.
In the summer of the dark age i was among the black panthers, we pounced on herods and never wore another skin.
My young Africans.
How do you rock your Afro hair?
What do you make of the coco butter inside your skin?
Oh what an ebony skin you got.
My young Africans.
I'm Sekani
"Afro-Knight"
Nelson Mandela was his name , he was a hero. Captain Africa carrying the cross like Jesus.
A fight to the finish.... patience was my super power.
Twenty seven years of meditation....the Victory.
Your heart is made of gold.
A nation divided by hate!
Ignorance! The disgusting violence between seasons together they howl the winds of life, different shades one soul.
I wanna be like you , talk like you! Do a Madiba dance like you.
Love like you did! Forgive! Forget ....lived! A hero , an African Hero.
Wandering the maze of sanity
has now become a harsh challenge
to the psyche as insanity fuels
itself with echoing bigotry
soaring like starving hawks
while vultures are daily treated
to sights of warm human appetizers
laying out on blood-stained turf tables.
If only lives could be as treasured
and as recyclable as are old cold weapons
of war that continues to be allowed
to seek the devouring warmness of life.
The yellow roses in a lone star field of dreams
droop in waters of tears and dried blood;
long-horned cows and egrets go about symbiotically,
as wagon train-like funeral processions pass by:
Meanwhile, congress-persons attend NRA banquets.
Tame it contain it relax it down
Why do you deny your God given crown?
Unleash it unchain it wear it with pride
Let it represent who you are inside.
Celebrate the beauty given to you
Deny all of those who don’t share this view.
Your crown it represents Your ancestry
Your lineage, Your people, Your history.
(APROPOS OF THE MANY OF US: THE GREEN VILLAGE)
PROLOGUE:
Some don’t quite get it…
Life will reveal it to you:
Mothers are of God.
A
Keeping hope alive…
Strong stalwart sable sisters:
These are our mothers.
B
Ebony beauty…
Sustaining us in all things:
God bless our Mothers.
C
Beautiful sable souls…
Audaciously bold in faith:
Praise God for Mamas.
D
Ploughing up our hope…
Tears nourishing our courage:
Moms cultivate men.
E
God’s labouring wombs…
Moulding navels of His love:
Mothers…God’s angels…
EPILOGUE:
Happy Mothers’ Day…
Queens of our eternity:
Navel giving souls…
Donald Trump's DNA ain't on show
'cuz he don't want the whole world to know
Obama is kin
Although that's no sin
The Obamas won't say it ain't so!
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